the gloves are off

The site is very quiet now - like a weekend.  The builders have tidied up the best they can, and we now have the carpark to ourselves.  Like a Sunday.  But not - I hope - a month of Sundays.

We are so lucky to have moved in before Lock Down.  I think if we'd still been renting the apartment in the Royal Train Shed, we'd be going stir crazy by now.  

I sat in our wee courtyard (see extra) for a while and enjoyed the sun.  There was no personal outside space in the Train Shed.  

We then walked into town to collect my repeat prescription.  Common sense has prevailed and I was able to order it without the mandatory GP appointment first.  We heard yesterday, that the waiting time outside the pharmacy was over 2 hours.  Today it was shorter - just over half-an-hour (see extra).

People are doing their best.  Everyone is having to learn to come up with new systems and practices, overnight.  And there are some real tragedies being played out in the news; deaths that are a consequence of this virus, rather than from the virus itself. 

People are now dying from the mere thought of this disease.  I can't imagine that can be in any doctor's training book.