COVID DIARIES- NEVROUS DAY

21.03.2020

This is our new year. Crimson eggs eaten for breakfast and little presents exchanged. I ask my kids to keep a diary to record events, homeschooling tricks and the covid news like Samuel Pips did before them. They dress and quarrel as usual. The sun is oblivious of the plague shining mercilessly on my tulips; crimson and yellow this year.

Mid morning: my daughter insists that we go to pottery café to collect all the bunnies that she and her little friends painted on her birthday party a week earlier, they were for the mother’s day, you  understand. Café closed? The announcement yesterday! “Daddy you better call Boris!” Our daughter stamps herfeet. “My dear, I don’t have a direct line to Boris!” retorts Daddy. My palms moist, I pick up the phone and dial “Punk Me UP!”, yes  you can pick them up, a sombre voice reassures me. We deliver a couple of them to athesullen faced mummies. A little chit on the door step, two meters apart.

Afternoon! We take a walk in the woods; socially distancing to save the humanity. Irony of Ironies! We keep apart from the fellow human beings so that we can reconnect with humanity again!