Well we are all stuck with the “virus” now and there doesn’t seem to be much we can do about it. There appears to be (at last) a return to normal shopping with millions of younger “die weaks” pushing to the front of the queues, now falling behind with everthing. Annette went out to get me some milk and come back with a 2 pint plastic bottle, and she tells me there was little going on about the town.
I managed to get in touch with George Morris, after I found out he’d changed his phone. That was how long ago I’d called him. At least Andrew had that, as I expected. He seemed to be at his usual fitness and that was quite reasuring. My mate Pete Bates, was spluttering with a cold (but insisted it wasn’t the virus) and Kingpig was fighting on regardless. At least having a phone means we can keep in touch, while the phone lines are open.
Meanwhile I imagine Andrew is doing well at home but, haven’t yet phone him.
All in all, we seem to be in a tidy mess that we can hang on to for as long as it takes some genius to sort us all out.