How are you? Where are we in lock-down? I honestly do not know. Week whatever and since March some of us locked down indoors longer than others. Boris tells us we can go for a walk for an hour with our household. 2metre rule if we see anyone. But GP says shielding has not changed. Government told GPs last Friday. By Sunday Boris decided the shields could go out for an hour. 
Well some of us are not so sure. Yes great. We can step outside for an hour. Do we close our windows?Having been extorted to open them. In our eagerness to break free, the temptation to chatter to everyone we meet is going to be hard to beat. Let alone trying not to hug everyone in sheer relief. 
I realise I have no idea how to do the 2metre thing. Having not actually had to do what the rest of the world has been doing for so long. I need to have a stern talk with myself! The closest I got was in hospital when the porter explained we could only have 2 in a lift. Oh!
I have worked out I can drive to a quiet spot early morning. Walk the dogs. That is good. But it’s people, people I need. Relatives…how I need them.

I must see my parents. They are losing the plot a bit. I made mum laugh when I sent her some wine…’your siblings have told us not to drink’ she said. I know I said. I think you should!  

The next family zoom there was Dad waving a glass of wine at the screen looking happier!  I wish the siblings would just go and do a 2 metre meet in the garden. If not I will break the shield and go. 

Dentists are re-opening. I may get the tooth -with- the- drill- still- in- the- root sorted next week. Well. Maybe!!

Bladder is reasonably calm. phewee. It will not last of course. But for today is ok. Yay.

Friend of mine in France is utterly amazing. Brave and magnificent in unbelievable sadness.

( Charlie Macksey: Boy Mole Fox and Horse).

But the zooms are a lifesaver. So blasé am I about reading my diary I was merrily zooming in “France-Pilates” ignoring the pings on my phone. As I unwound my pretzel pose downward dog or is it cow…? Anyway as I collapsed in a heap…. I realised I was meant to be zooming in Birmingham, a research project I’m enthusiastic about. I clicked the meeting link forgetting I was hardly dressed. As I joined I bobbed down as low as I could. Pushed my glasses up to sort of do my hair and joined in. The meeting was great. The crick in my neck will be resolved next time I do Pilates!

My journalist friend Mel Reid wrote a piece this week: Go outside and kiss the sky. Lightweights. Stop grumbling.

I will give it a go.