There is nothing better these days than waking up and hearing silent sleepers. NOT hearing a cough from anyone that is.
Can’t help feeling we are all sitting ducks however. When will it strike? And whom?
Mammoth supermarket delivery yesterday- whole family gloved and unpacking, wiping down with anti-bacterial spray. Soaking fruit and keeping strict social distance round the garden table. At least they are delivering with plastic bags again. We need them for portioning up animal feeds
I am haunted by morbid dreams. Last night dreamed I was at my Mothers funeral again only this time part of the coffin was left open revealing her decomposing limbs. When I asked the undertaker why, he looked faintly surprised said so many people were dying they could no longer make complete coffins and now they had to have only half a lid.
I stood at the funeral feeling utterly alone, (although it being my Mother, several hundred had come to pay tribute) and friendless. In despair. Glad to wake up from that one.
Meanwhile something struck me day before yesterday. Day one of lockdown of course but something else. Couldn’t think what. Was it a birthday I had forgotten? Birthday of someone recently deceased? Something important or to be remembered occurred on that day.
Struck me later, it was our 19th wedding anniversary. An event which has not been remembered, celebrated, even alluded to for many a long year. 19 years. Can it really be? A different sort of lockdown.
Far from it. An embarrassment. Something to be swept under the carpet and never discussed in this union.
The River Files 