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Is it Friday?

I woke up yesterday trying to figure out what day it was.  The monotony of this life is blurring one day into another.    In the end I gave up, it doesn't make any difference.  I spent three years living in the desert with no radio, papers, television, post or telephone but I had the children and I went to work every day.  New restrictions mean I can no longer ride my bike,  they are worried that people will fall off and block hospital beds.  We are only allowed  to walk 1.5km from our homes.  I  have got around that one because the shop is 2.5 km away, 5km round trip.  Anyway I live in the country.  Who is going to  notice?  My son said that if I am stopped by the police I should just say that I am old and can't remember where I live.   Then  the men in white coats would come and carry me off.

One of my greatest pleasures has always been following world news, especially politics but there is no news apart from covid 19 now so I have given up on that.  I phoned my sisters, who are older than me and said turn the television off and switch on Gold's All Time Greatest Hits.  Yeah, there we are, three oldies dancing round our kitchens to music from the 50s and 60s.  Ooh that feels better.

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