Lockdown from Bridport - Part 3 - Day 73

 A grand day for a Thursday.  Took my Mother to the village of Netherbury, which is just down the road, to pick up some rather delicious stuff for the shop. We hadn't been for years and we spent quite a while gazing at house porn. An attractive stream borders the road as you approach the village which is made up of lovely elegant houses. With a car laden with goodies we felt in high spirits for our weekly jaunt to the supermarket, which went without a hitch. I had a jolly exchange with the very helpful man on the fresh fish counter and purchased some lovely salmon on account of being horrified to discover that our frozen fish (purchased the other day) had come from China. I can't say for sure which supermarket it came from but shall investigate further and write a letter of complaint to the manager. We have no need of fish from China in this country!

Keeping up with my newly acquired keep fit routine I managed to slip in another little swim today. Conscious that I had fallen into bad ways with regard to my chocolate habit I have taken the step to exchange my usual bar of milk chocolate with sea salt to dark chocolate with 85% cocoa. I swear that within a month I won't recognize myself...

This summer, as it looks like a staycation for most, I intend to take up paddle boarding, something I have not previously attempted. I have the wetsuit, the gloves and the shoes but whether or not I have the balance required will be another matter. We shall see. After a year of lockdown I fully intend to try new pursuits, every new experience will be an adventure, something to look forward to to reinvigorate oneself following the monotony of this wretched lockdown. As I'm in the middle of announcing all of this to 'The Undertaker' he informs me that from midnight tonight Paris is going back into lockdown measures for a month due to soaring cases. If the rest of Europe follows suit then its going to be another bizarre and uncertain summer. Will people that haven't had the covid jab be allowed into the UK we wonder aloud? Is it a coincidence then that only this morning I am perusing the internet for French designer labels? If we can't go to France then France must come to Bridport!

Halleluiah, its the final night of 'The Undertaker' on call which always leads to an uplifting conversation on where we can walk to, what we will drink, and most excitingly of all the prospect of going to bed and knowing that once our heads hit the pillow that's where they will stay, God willing.