A busy day for bottle recycling…

A clink-clank-clinking of glass echoes across the fields as the recycling lorry does its fortnightly collection.

He’ll be busy today. The bottle boxes outside people’s houses are overflowing.

It’s the same all over the village.

Mr Grigg and I have started enjoying sundowners in the Shed of Dreams at five-thirty, just the two of us, as we video message friends doing the same.

The diet’s gone out the window, the amount of cake being consumed is criminal and we’re gorging on chocolate as if there’s no tomorrow.

But most of all, we thank our lucky stars we’re living in splendid isolation in a caring village set in the most beautiful countryside.

Not for us a trip out in the car to the local beauty spot for daily exercise, risking the wrath of the police for making unnecessary trips. The local beauty spot is on our doorstep, and it won’t be long before it’s pushing up bluebells, which is much more positive than pushing up daisies.

This morning, I do my best Julie Andrews impression as I run down the hill, dog in tow, bag of poo in one gloved hand, flexi-lead in the other.

Luckily, no-one can hear me, although I did put yesterday’s effort, Don’t Fence Me In, on my Facebook page. But it just didn’t sound the same without Two Tarts and a Vicar singing alongside me in harmony.

Today, I’ll be mostly cleaning the conservatory windows, making a carrot cake, creating a curry out of a butternut squash and a can of chickpeas and then grooming the dogs before the one o’clock Sound of Music Through the Square Window. Today’s request is rather an upbeat number chosen by Muriel across the road.

Then this afternoon, I’ll put a couple of hours into writing the novel. I have absolutely no excuse now not to finish it. To be honest, I’m loving being able to time travel into the late 17th century to escape an uncertain present.

That’s my day planned – how about yours?

That’s about it.

Love Maddie x

By Maddie Grigg

Maddie Grigg is the pen name of former local newspaper editor Margery Hookings. Expect reflections on rural life, community, landscape, underdogs, heritage and folklore. And fun.

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