Baby steps

Today marks the day when I can walk further than a kilometre from the house and I don't have to carry a signed form either.  Yesterday I eagerly  told my sons on Skype that I would be driving to Thouars, walking through the old town and down to the river.  I leapt out of bed this morning ready to embrace my new found freedom and looked out of the window.   Typical.   It was, and still is,  pouring, not just raining, pouring, as in cats and dogs pouring.  I think though, just to show I can, I will put on my coat and boots and go anyway.

Today also means that primary schools go back.  The television showed lines being drawn on the floors to keep children apart from one another and tables and chairs placed further apart to avoid contact between them.   In France children go to school at 3 years so good luck with that.

I received an email from the tennis club who are making preparations for re-opening, although they don't know when that will be.  Only two people will be allowed on court and they must stay 2 metres apart.  No problem.  No equipment can be shared.  Hold on.  How does that work with the balls?  Hands must be washed before starting to play.  Wait.  In the opening paragraph they say that all toilet and changing room facilities will be closed.  Well I suppose I would be able to manage that today because it is raining.  I just need to find some soap..