Lockdown from Bridport - Part 3 - Day 86

I wonder how we would feel in the UK tomorrow if we woke up with the knowledge that we were going into another full lockdown, as cases were escalating despite having had a night time curfew in place for some while now. We would break, we would explode with frustration, we would take to the streets, unless of course you were an undertaker. This isn't supposed to raise a laugh. To all intents and purposes his life hasn't changed terribly drastically. He goes into his place of work, meets with his colleagues, does his job and comes home again. But for those of us who have been unable to continue the opening up of businesses and the prospect of life seemingly going back to the 'new normal' the date on the horizon of us re-opening is a Godsend, to put it mildly. That's why I have the deepest of sympathies for anyone over the channel who is, yet again, about to be plunged into another nightmare scenario. April Fool it isn't!  As if the 7pm curfew wasn't draconian enough, this will lead to untold mental health issues. It's horrific and we should all be concerned. I am royally pissed off, as is 'The Undertaker' as we both have family in France. If anyone whinges to me that they can't go on holiday this year I swear I shall swing for them... Shut up and count your blessings that you live in the one country in the world that seem to be getting the vaccination programme right.

We are all on edge, I guess you may have picked up on that vibe already. We are bracing for hordes to descend on us here in the West Country and looking at the news tonight I hope it's not any of the filthy sods that frequented the parks yesterday in various UK towns and cities. The litter left behind was quite beyond the pale and there are whispers here that because the public lavatories/pubs/cafes are closed the woods and hedgerows are not only being used for nest building. 

But really, lets try and be jolly. It's April Fools Day tomorrow so lets try and raise a prank or two, or maybe let's not. I'm not sure how a once 'jolly jape' would go down anymore. It's like everyone has had a sense of humour bypass operation these days.

The little blossom tree outside the house has shed its first season's petals. Earlier on a fat bumble bee was buzzing contentedly around the flowers. For a split second it was possible to grasp and embrace that spring was well and truly here.

'The Undertaker' is listening to the news, I hear the word 'snow' mentioned, is this for real? Please please don't inflict us with this too.