Robert called me in to watch the news. We are not at all surprised to learn that we are in lockdown. The children are delighted that their school will be closed. I cannot share their sentiment and express this to R. I add that I hope this will not be for long. He replies lugubriously "We'll see".
Cook comes in to say she isn't at all sure if she wants to do the shopping with the virus and all but the butcher and the grocer have said they will only now be delivering to those that are shielding. I reply that we will Sort It Out, the confidence with which I state this only equalled by the lack of confidence which I feel. Cook adds that there is no flour and no hope of getting any and what should she do?
Telephone call from Cousin Blanche to say Isn't it all exciting and Quite like the war. As she was very young infant in the war, I'm not she can say this with confidence, and "exciting" is not the term I would use, but refrain from saying this. Cannot help however but see the advantage of a pandemic is that Cousin B cannot come and stay.
Pamela phoned later to say she has signed up to make masks and scrubs for the local hospital. Feel sure I should try to make some as well but am forcefully reminded of the costume I attempted to sew for Vicky's appearance as the sheep in Our Vicar's wife's Christmas pageant, and refrain.
(I think she has to have at least TV and remote learning. But feel free to imagine a world of wireless and the children's tutor stranded with them).