Getting used to it.

I have just spent some time looking for today’s post which I wrote yesterday. I don’t know where it’s gone but it’s making a good job of hiding from me. So here I am ...trying either to reproduce it or starting fresh. It’s just silly. I remember what it was. about but somehow I don’t want to try to write it all again......I’ve said all that now...it feels time to move on. Listening yet again to early morning radio I realise that we may be coming out of lockdown but several phone conversations yesterday seem to suggest that many of us feel quite happy with our present situation...but of course we are all of an age...ancient in fact and used to staying alone and not going out too often. Sundays are still weird with no church at all. I join in the internet version produced by a neighbouring parish but it’s definstely not the same...no need to dress up...look respectable and chat to all the others...A conversation on the phone with an old friend last night suggests that we are indeed all getting used to this weird situation. This doesn’t mean that we like it...but adjusting to a new situation is easier than any of us believed at the beginning .... on the internet this is where Twitter and other chatty sites have come into their own. I used to feel slightly ashamed of using Twitter but now I am just glad to have it...it helps a lot at times even when I don’t join in...as background chat to the day I find it useful in keeping me in the loop...What I wrote yesterday having disappeared into the web this will do till it appears again...eventually...God bless. It is still Sunday...