In 2020 there was an outbreak of 'flu. It started in China, and by March 2020 the WHO labelled it a pandemic.

The UK government's response was to restrict people's activities in an effort to slow the spread of the virus. These policies meant many people, myself included, were unable to go to work.

I decided I should spend some of my spare time writing this journal. There will be no theme to individual entries; just whatever I feel like writing. The images are (with a few obvious exceptions) taken within a half mile radius of our house.

It's still warm, though I gather the weather will change in the next few days. We have planted carrots and parsnips.

Hil tried the supermarkets this morning. Sadly there were many others with the same plan, and the queues to get in were horrendous. Some of the larger shops have now painted one way arrows on the floor to prevent people passing each other in the aisles.

I finished installing the garden speakers and got the fountain out of the garage. We are ready for a garden party, but this year we will only invite the residents of our house. Maybe we need to place mirrors in the garden to give the illusion of lots of people.

Good Friday was a glorious day. Apparently one of the hottest Easters on record. We had a great walk up on the Downs before lunch.

We were supposed to be camping this weekend at Blackberry wood campsite. We received a credit note for the camp fees (companies like these are trying not to give refunds), we'll try to stay there again once the madness has passed.

The afternoon was spent reading in the garden. Stephen King has referred to "The Stand", saying the disease described in the book is not related to what's happening here.

And then another pub visit with friends. This time, we chose "Ye Olde Blackberry" as a meeting place. It was easy to fill an hour and a half chatting. We have scheduled another pub visit next Friday. We will, of course, choose a new pub.

We have managed to create the feeling of being on holiday, despite the fact we are still at home.

I keep having people say, "Gee, it's like we're living in a Stephen King story." And my only response to that is, "I'm sorry."

The bank holiday weekend was incredibly quiet. There really is very little traffic about on the road.

The weather was fine on Sunday, we spent a great deal of time reading ín the garden.

Hil made a Easter nest; cornflakes, chocolate, butter and syrup, filled with Ferrero rocher.

Monday was then cooler and windy. Apart from a short trip to the allotment, we spent the day indoors.