We are preparing to go back to gym. Risk assessments have been completed, looked at and digested. It's been observed that the contents of the risk assessment are not so bad, until you remember you are supposed to teach gymnastics as well. Personally, I feel we are stabbing in the dark. We can't kid ourselves we know what what we are doing. We'll give it a go and see what happens.
The UK's world beating "track and trace" app was scrapped because it's crap. We need to get over our arrogance and fall in to line with what the rest of the world is doing.
We drove to Mum and Dad's on Saturday and camped the night in the garden. Camping is still prohibited, as is staying with someone who does not live on their own. There was no risk assessment, but we decided we'll follow our own rules. We staid outside, only venturing in as far as the outside toilet (which we had exclusive use of). We ensured we cleaned the toilet as we left and maintained our social distance throughout our stay (we'll not swear to the 2 metres thing). Totally surreal.
We got up early (04:30am) and walked to find a spot to watch the sunrise for the Summer Solstice. Of course it was overcast, but despite the heavy rain in the night, it was dry enough for us to have a walk and a shot of Sloe Gin.
Once home we went to the allotment to rescue the mange toutes. I thought I had planted peas and I was waiting for the pods to swell. We picked a gallon of mange toutes, many of which will be converted to petites pois.
Dame Vera Lynne died on Thursday. Aged 103. Hil decided she wants the song "The White Cliffs of Dover" played at her funeral.