It's No Hardship

Our horizons are narrowing.  No photo club, no French lessons, no Alexander lessons and now (for Tod) no bridge club for the foreseeable future.

Mind you - we wonder who are these "old people" of seventy plus who are being advised to stay at home and the BBC shows us "old people" at a communal lunch who will be lonely if they can't meet up each week.  This doesn't feel like our world.

We still shop and (as always) go in to the supermarket at lunchtime when it's quieter.  Tod popped into the pharmacy first thing and had the place to himself.  Are the French really staying away?

Greetings have become more distant.  There was no handshake with driver of the large digger who flattened the surface of the chemin leading down to our house this week.  Just a vague attempt at a "Wuhan shake" - elbow to elbow.  Much to our surprise our mayor has come up trumps.  We have been talking about the state of our chemin for the last two years and he's been promising to get it fixed.  He's not standing for re-election this weekend so we assumed our request for repairs would just be forgotten.  Not at all.  He must still have some money in the pot for this year and he's determined to spend it before the new incumbent takes over. We hope the incomer will be as helpful as the current one has been.  Sadly, no voting for us this Sunday.  (The French have been asked to bring their own pens.)

So, we spend our days gardening and watching bad television in the evenings.  The dogs are walked, we eat well and healthily, chat with friends by email (no one answers the phone these days there are so many nuisance calls), shop (come home and wash our hands thoroughly) and, as much as we can, stay safe.  It's no hardship to live like this.