Our lovely neighbours know we are keeping away from people as much as possible, so when they went out to the supermarket yesterday picked up a few things we needed. They also gave us a bunch of daffodils which are now brightening the table next to my chair. This morning another set of neighbours also got some bits for us when they went shopping. We are very lucky to live in a small road where all the neighbours look out for each other even when we aren't living through a major crisis.
Daughter H and most of her stuff are now home. I set off soon after eight this morning and we were back by three. We were both surprised that the motorway didn't seem much quieter than normal for a weekday. The usual number of lorries was to be expected, but that many cars? So much for only travelling if essential. We took a slight detour to pick up a box of donuts before heading home. There is a coffee and donut shop on a small industrial estate in her university city which sells the best donuts - huge, lots of flavours, and all vegan. Their cafe is closed but they are still selling takeaways.
In a burst of optimism I bought two cheap sunbeds from Argos. We are going to be spending a lot of time cooped up inside over the next few months, and anything that encourages us to be out in the garden if there is half way decent weather has to be a good thing. Usually everyone fights over our single deckchair. My logic for buying them now is that if we do get nice weather, chances are either we won't be able to get out and buy any, or they will all sell out. H went into town to collect them, causing the counter staff a certain amount of amusement when they realised what she was getting. The optimistic side of me pictures sitting outside in the fresh air working with my feet up; the pessimistic side now expects it to rain for the next three months. When she got back to the car H noticed a rear tyre was looking flat. Fortunately she was just round the corner from the garage we usually use and they were able to change it on the spot for her.
As I drove home from collecting the band archives last night I passed a Toad Patrol - several people in hi-vis jackets with buckets and torches, picking up toads and taking them across the road. Apparently at this time of year common toads head to their ancestral breeding ponds. This particular road is between the toads and their pond and lots of them get squashed, so the Toad Patrol steps in to help. I found it incredibly cheering that with all the coronavirus misery going on, people were still out rescuing toads.
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