Wednesday 3rd February 2021 Day 316
How very sad and unfair it seems that our Captain Tom should have succumbed to the very thing that made him a household name. This virus certainly doesn’t take any prisoners does it? I hope he enjoyed the warmth of the sun on his face over Christmas.
7.30 It’s beginning to get light but it’s going to be another rainy one, I think it unlikely that we will be suffering a drought this year but as we are finding out, nothing is certain.
9.30 Our little slimming group known affectionately and irreverently as ‘the Fat Club,’ meet up on What’s app. Having lost my will power completely this week, I was surprised when my scales took pity on me and said I have lost two pounds but I’ll take that thank you. We spend an hour chatting and
only remember to refer to the subject we’ve met up for, about five minutes before we stop. It is amazing considering the banal lives we currently lead, how much we find to talk about.
11.30 Amazingly the rain has stopped and there is a bit of watery sunshine, so we will take this opportunity to go for our walk. We have varied our walking places a bit this week for a change and only been to the usual field at the back of the pub and recreation ground once. I have always been fascinated by the ‘herd’ instinct of people, I think I mentioned in an earlier entry about the lady doctor I worked for once who was sitting with her husband on a large very remote empty beach in Turkey when a family pitched up and came to sit right next to them; not only that but they turned out to be the doctor’s patients and were up for a bit of a consultation, which I hasten to add, they did not get. On Monday I parked in the large empty car park I normally park in at the back of the pub and when we got back from our walk, someone had parked so close up to my car that it would have been a squeeze to get in my passenger door, no other cars in the whole area. Why??
Today we went for the walk behind St Bartholomew’s church, normally pretty packed with cars but today virtually empty. I soon discovered the reason why; the normally easy firm stony paths were a mix of flooding water and sticky mud, fortunately Audrey doesn’t care what it’s like, it’s all fun to her.
It was suggested on the news, that everyone go outside at six o clock, just like we did last year for the NHS , only this time to clap for Captain Tom Moore. Yvonne Richard and I meet, socially distanced, at the end of our drives where our houses are fairly isolated. It is very dark and cold but as six o clock comes we hear lots of clapping down the road in our little hamlet. It seems even in death Tom brings us all together. RIP Captain Tom.