This lockdown feels very different to the first one.
From my house, I can hear children hollering with joy in the primary school playground. Workmen are banging away across the road rebuilding a house destroyed in the summer by fire.
I don’t know what the food shops and supermarkets are like because Mr Grigg and I are still in quarantine. The two of us haven’t worn a mask for a fortnight. We’ve just waved at people from windows and the doorway.
Our community shop is doing click and collect, so we’re clicking and then getting someone else to collect. It’s a brilliant service.
But I feel so sad for the small, independent shops and the pubs and restaurants whose businesses are taking such a hit during this pandemic.
For the last two Sundays we’ve had a takeaway roast from the village pub, delivered to our doorstep. And twice we’ve had fish and chips from the van that comes every Tuesday.
It’s not much but we all need to do our bit, if and when we can, to keep our communities alive and kicking for the time when all of this is over. And the hopeful news of a vaccine gives us some light at the end of the tunnel.
I’m looking forward to our quarantine lifting on Sunday so I can go up Bluebell Hill with the dogs and hug a tree. That’s if my quarantine legs can stand it. We’ll need tyre levers to get us out of the house, we’re eating so much.
Humans aren’t meant to be cooped up indoors, being unsociable and away from nature.
The Sound of Music Through The Square Window is pootling along with fewer requests and fewer passers-by but if it’s just me and Mr Grigg and 70s disco music then that’s fine by me.
Today was Make It With You by Bread.
Love, Maddie x