Wednesday 22nd July 2020 Day 120

8.00  I have a feeling it’s going to be one of those lethargic days today.  I am only just on the move having spent the last hour answering emails and looking stuff up on my phone.

9.30  Nothing much to change my mind about the day, except that it looks sunny out there and quite warm already.

The phone rings, a friend wants a favour, she has had to go out today and has just remembered she has a farm shop delivery due, so would I go and put a note on her door for the delivery man to leave the shopping at a friend’s house just down the road. It’s only about ten minutes’ drive away, so I go and stick a notice on her door and I decide to stop off at the Windmill feeds warehouse to get some fish food on the way back. I like going there, tucked away up a little lane which opens out into the warehouse area and the old windmill, now I imagine way past repair, no sails and part of the major structure has fallen away but still easy to see what it was.

I climb the wooden steps into the shop area and then remember that I think I should be wearing a mask, although no one says anything to me but two other people follow, both wearing masks

and we get into a conversation about when the compulsory wearing of masks in shops and public transport, actually starts.  It seems it may be tonight.

As I leave with my peaches and cream fish sticks (so called because of the colours) goodness knows what the actual ingredients are; I find myself still thinking about masks and my mind goes off on the silly route it does sometimes and I find myself wondering how burglars are getting on these days!? In my mind’s eye, the picture of a burglar in mask,  stripy jumper and bag on back with the word SWAG written all across it, Dandy and Beano style.  So they’ll do ok mask wise, they’ve probably got more face coverings than most of us but we are indoors, all day and all night, working from home and furloughed, it must be hard to find an empty house and how would they feel about going into someone’s house and maybe catching the virus?  I’d like to see the figures for burglaries this year compared to last.  So, let’s spare a thought, maybe they will just have to get law abiding jobs like the rest of us.

2.30  I have just come back in from hanging my washing out, a bit late in the day and the phone rings.  It is my school friend Kip,  phoning from the tip of Cornwall, she has just come in from putting up electric fencing in one of her fields to keep her Dexter cattle in and they have just bought a new tractor, mainly for taking the large containers up the stony lanes to fill up the water troughs.  They are expecting rain and will be glad of it as the South West tip of Cornwall has been suffering from well below average rainfall for a year or so.  Cornwall depends very largely on its tourist trade; I should think they will be over run this year with so many people steering clear of flying.  I really hope to go later in the year, I miss Cornwall a lot so fingers crossed.