After being incarcerated in my son's house waiting for the results of the day 2 test I was finally allowed out today. I went to Chichester and was saddened by the number of familiar shops that have disappeared from the town centre. Bognor is the same. You wouldn't die of thirst in either town though as the number of cafes has increased. Both town centres were busy making it difficult to keep a safe distance from others but many people were wearing masks in the street.
I was pulled over by Customs in Caen. As I opened the trunk of the car one of the officers asked me if I was carrying goods. 'Yes,' I replied, ' French Champagne and French wine' They nodded approvingly and waved me away.
During my 3 days in the house, I have cleaned, filed all their paperwork, mended the shower, cooked dinner and tried watching television, the latter being totally uninspiring. The news consists of covid, travel restrictions, forbidden Christmas parties at No. 10 and Prince Andrew declaring that his accuser in New York is suffering from false memory syndrome. I wanted to see Boris Johnson squirm but in true Trump fashion he just denies everything and distracts.
It is dark in England, a damp, dismal dark, not to my liking at all. 6 more days and the days will start getting longer, thank goodness. The lampshade in the my son's living room is ripped and hanging at a crazy angle. 'Why don't you replace that broken lampshade?' I asked. My son and his wife looked up at the ceiling and said, 'We hadn't noticed that.' What? My son is 6ft 5in so when he stands up his eyes are level with the lampshade. But then this is the same son who walked into a Stop sign in France.
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