Tuesday 13th October 2020 Day 203
7.15 Must have dropped off again when the alarm went. Need to get up, although very tempted to turn over and go back to sleep having watched the Boris-Sunak-Whitty show last night and tried to make head or tail of it. There were some pretty coloured maps of Britain but I could barely make out on the chart, what the colours were meant to represent, so there was a bit of guess work there, easy to see the bad bits were in dark red but the rest of it less specific, to my eyes anyway. It would seem that the South East is at ‘Medium’ risk, although the High risk seems to be encroaching at a rate from the North of the country, so it seems that we stay much as we are until or unless we enter the ‘High’ risk zone.
9.15 Our little band of three is to meet at half past nine, no longer in the slimming group but we are going to make an effort to support each other.
9.30 We meet in a Messenger chat room and at the end of our twenty-minute chat, we have probably discussed the subject of our meeting for about half a minute because there is always plenty else to talk about. At least Janet has made a spread sheet so we can follow our trends up and hopefully down, with a monetary pound to put in the pot if it is ‘up’. This morning the pot has started off £2.00 better off.
16.30 I happen to glance out of the kitchen window to see the extraordinary sight of a heron who has evidently popped by for his tea, bouncing on top of the netting over the pond as if it were a trampoline. I try to video before shushing him off but he flies down the garden and settles in a tree so I know he will be back and I keep watch.
Sure enough after ten minutes he returns stepping across the grass like a potential burglar on creaky floor boards with that exaggerated slow comical creeping forward that waders do. This time I get a photo and am amazed that he stays where he is, even though I have now stepped just outside the back door and am only feet away from him. He doesn’t even move away for a second or two when I clap my hands and start walking towards him. For the first time I am grateful for the duck weed which at least provides a bit of cover for the fish.