Life, at last, has got busier and more expensive.  As the government knows full well, going out and spending money are inextricably intertwined.

I read an article in the Times yesterday about the many people who have suffered from depression during lockdown.  It suggested that it doesn’t help to hear about people who claim to have been content, even happy, under ‘house arrest’.  So, if you are a half empty person, with a tendency to be negative and anxious, I beg you to read no further.  My flippant ramblings will do you no good at all.

Since my last blog, I’ve played croquet twice on a friend’s private lawn (I did warn you not to read on!).  Despite not playing since early in March, the intricacies of the advanced game came flooding back, and I even experienced what I can only describe as beginner’s luck. Croquet is ideal for social distancing with only one player on the lawn at a time.  It’s also an absorbing  tactical game where, for three hours, it is hard think about anything else. In fact, if you ignored the health warning in my last paragraph and have got this far, I recommend croquet as the perfect antidote to depression.

I’ve also driven to London and back to have a follow-up appointment at St Thomas’ Hospital after my cataract operation.  After numerous checks, conducted by young women clad in layers of PPE, I gathered that all was well.   Well, I think that’s what they said. Unfortunately they were all quietly spoken and, deprived of the opportunity to lip read, I struggled to hear what they were saying!  Never mind new eyes, I need new ears.  I have been given a date to get my other eye done, 31st July (and it’s in writing so there is no misunderstanding).  So, I’m back to protecting the NHS by self-isolating for 14 days.

I did a couple of walks whilst in London.  A short walk along the Thames from Waterloo Bridge to Blackfriars and a longer walk over Westminster Bridge, up Whitehall, through Trafalgar Square, along The Strand and back over Jubilee Bridges and past a deserted Festival Hall.  It was eerily quiet with very few pedestrians. Only the tumbleweed was missing.  By contrast, the centre of Windsor is much busier with people shopping, eating and drinking alfresco and, noticeably, not wearing face coverings or social distancing.

Family not seen since January, including our one and a bit year old granddaughter, have visited with lunch enjoyed outside on the terrace.  We have even ventured out for lunch with friends and been to a garden centre with huge arrows  guiding you round the one way system.  Unfortunately,  most of the things we wanted were out of stock.  But never mind, it was an outing.

See what I mean about being busier?


  1. Glad your eye number one is good. I have a date now also – this Thursday. They did not tell me about the 14 days isolation until 7 days before! Fortunately I anticipated it! I think the hospital I am going to, which was commandeered by the NHS in March, has been pretty empty ever since then and has not had any COVID. But then one size fits all when it comes to NHS rules.

    My busy-ness seems to be always decluttering. Lots o progress this year and boxes of stuff in the garage to go to the charity shops. Including lots of business books which still sell for a fortune on amazon but not sure anyone will want to buy them! Can;t bring myself to throw out books by friends though, so still have the Peter Honey shelf!

  2. Thanks for the update, Peter!
    So you are on another 14 days self-isolation in readiness for the next eye operation. I guess that means you are not putting your lycra cycling outfit on for me any time soon.

    Interesting that you found the centre of London a lot emptier than the centre of Windsor. I loved “only the tumbleweed was missing”. I can almost hear the eerie Western-music and see you strutting your stuff as a John Wayne or Clint Eastwood look alike. :)

  3. Very glad to hear that (a) your eye op went well, and (b) your croquet remains at its high standard.
    Things in this lovely rural bit of Ireland remain largely idyllic. Everything apart from pubs that don’t serve food (Irish logic there somewhere) is open and people, at least in this neck of the woods, are pretty good about face masks, anti-bacterial spray, disposable gloves, etc. So life remains very nearly normal. The grass down the middle of the lanes is a bit longer than normal, but that’s about it.

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