Ding Dong. The kids have started raiding the dressing up box, then ringing the doorbell.
They pretend to be salesmen, preachers or time-travellers. It passes a few minutes in the madness.
Tess's health seems to be in a holding pattern. It's slightly better by day, but her barking cough is triggered by even mild exercise and she still coughs loads before bed.
Even if schools were open, she'd struggle to attend. I've emailed the consultant. We'll See, as my mother used to say about everything in life. We'll see. It's what mother's say.
Once a day, we go a local family walk. A Spaziergang, as the Germans say. I LOVE the lack of cars. The air is so much clearer and cleaner.
Irony alert. Our local area feels like a true village now - families on bikes, dog walkers, joggers, everywhere you look, yet all of us 2 meters apart, waving to each other. You could be forgiven for thinking you'd stumbled into some kind of 1970's idyl from a LadyBird book.
And meanwhile, the COVID19 horror rolls on. I was moved by this blog, detailing one man's pre-lockdown fears of catching the virus, when, oblivious, he was spreading it. It could have been any of us.
And the testing is still too slow. An insider insight here. Why can't they get it sorted? If countries can mass-produce Coca-Cola and plastic forks, why can't we manage the critical key to fighting this virus?
If all else fails, our kids just fall back on a home-made catch phrase. They love to shout, Barooooo! and then fall about laughing.
And here's a pyjama photo from 10 years ago, when life was more simple.
Ah, cuddly podgers!
I hope you all get through the day okay.
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