Boring?

Oh dear. I have kept my eyes closed whilst listening to the news. None of it is good. Trying to find anything to cheer me I seem to have failed. After last week I am now settled for good here in my home because this is where I feel safe. I am not doing anything now to endanger anyone else or myself. Hearing of all the various moves that seem possible I have now become a wimp. As an eighty odd year old I dont need to go looking for adventure in any form. I have had my life and it has mostly been good so now I am content to applaud other people as they make their way through this lockdown. I can send letters because the postman who is also a writer takes them for me to put into the postbox in the village. This single thing keeps me in touch. Of course there are also the phones, both a landline and a mobile. Oddly though I am not using them much and I flinch when either of them rings...my isolation feels threatened. Who could ever have believed that I am now happy to be isolated....but I am. .... because just now it feels safe. So sorry if this blog has got boring but its all I can do at the moment. But apart from being boring please be aware that I am content....not happy exactly but actually OK .... mostly. Since writing that I am now wondering how best to send some money to a friend...putting a cheque in the post seems obvious but then the friend has to cash it somewhere.... so when did life get so complicated?