Locked In

So, another beautiful day here, but for the whole coronavirus thing.

I spent several hours in the garden this afternoon, theoretically trying to work on my sensitivity read, but in practise it was too bright to read the screen easily, so I put that off until later and relaxed with a magazine, while chatting intermittently with my neighbours - at socially appropriate distances. Polish neighbour was mildly ranting about how long it's taken to go to lock down here in the UK, when Poland did it several weeks ago - the only thing I could say was 'Boris' and shake my head. British neighbour was whinging. His wife and daughter have him reversing some of the daughter's clothes into dress patterns - I guess they're planning some dressmaking. At least he got to sit in the sun while he was doing it.

Once I came in I pushed through 70 non-double-spaced pages of sensitivity read, that's got me to about two thirds of the way done and I should finish the edit tomorrow.

Talked to my mother on the phone earlier, I think she's bored. Though my sister tells me she's spoken to her three times on the phone today and once in person. Slightly more worrying, my sister reports they have cases in Bishop Auckland now. It looks like Medway and Durham are still running roughly in parallel for number of cases, but they jumped from 2-4 to mid-teens over the weekend. We have reportedly had our first death at the local hospital, which I'm definitely not going to tell my mother.