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Excited?

Don't be too excited at the prospect of freedom.  I suspect that it will be limited.  I am just looking forward to being able to walk outside the 1 km limit and to go somewhere without having to justify why I am in my car, or anywhere else for that matter.  Some of my neighbours haven't been adhering to any of the restrictions, while others have been dutifully obeying the law.  Perhaps the latter have British blood in them.  I am so glad I am in France and not in crazy Trump world where a lot of people actually believe his parallel universe.  Some Americans chose to stay in Lebanon rather than return to the USA, where they felt it was more dangerous but now Lebanon has erupted into violence.  They probably wish they had gone to Sweden.

I went to look at my garden.  It looks like a prairie with the long grass swaying in the wind.  I couldn't see the lavender, which has been completely buried by grass.  'What do I do with it now?' I asked my son.  'Grass is good,' he said, 'better than weeds.  Just cut the grass round the lavender so that it can see the sky.'  I didn't tell him that the grass covers half the garden; the other half is covered with weeds.

Another son, who has learning disabilities, phoned to say he had received a form that he didn't understand.  It was headed DNAR.  I haven't a clue what it means.  There were a series of questions, couched in a language far too complicated for people with learning disabilities to understand.  One of the questions asked, 'What would you do if your heart stopped beating?'  'I don't know,' I replied, 'I assume if your heart stops beating you are dead.'  Quick as a flash he replied, 'so I would phone the funeral parlour'.  You could try that I suppose.

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