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Spring is here

The clocks go forward tomorrow and the cuckoo has arrived.  What a welcome sound and I promise I won't complain this year when it is still making that monotonous cuckoo, cuckoo in June.  Will we be out of our incarceration by then?

People everywhere are trying to keep fit while being deprived of normal life.  Saturday and Sunday is definitely the time to dance around the house to  Gold's all time greatest hits.  Then there is skipping in the courtyard and walking.  To make my 1 km walk (all we are allowed) more energetic, I have taken to sprinting for about 50 paces, then walking and sprinting again.  I am not sure this is helping my ribs recover but I read somewhere that our hearts need to be exercised because they are muscle.  Suddenly there are fitness videos appearing everywhere, puzzle books, jigsaw puzzles and so on.  Well I have a maths puzzle book, which is so difficult in places that I feel like throwing it  at the wall.  I mean I know what an integer is but I come unstuck when ii actually asks me to do something with it.  Then there is the Ordnance Survey puzzle book where the print is so small that I had to send to Amazon for a magnifying glass and I still can't see it.  Also I have forgotten how to work out the distance between a and b if the scale is 1:25 000.

This week I must do something with my brain before it does atrophy.

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