I used to

get up at 6am, switch on the radio, make a pot of coffee, take a shower, prepare my lunch, eat my breakfast, check my personal emails, drink my coffee, put on my hi-vis waterproofs and cycle 3+ miles to work.

A week ago most of that became pointless, so I started logging in at work at about 6:15am. But because I have no access to the office servers at any time of day or night, I rely entirely upon my colleagues to email me the drawing files I need to work on, and they don't log in until 8am.

So now there is little point in getting out of bed before 7:45. There is no point in taking a shower, getting dressed, brushing my hair, making lunch. I work in my nightie with messy hair until I get hungry and then I pause to eat something.

Without that early-morning burst of energy; weaving my bicycle through treacherous traffic, my heart does not really start pumping, my lungs don't really inflate, sitting still makes me chilly.

I'm not enjoying this one little bit, even with a decent office chair. But today I have been thinking about the bus drivers. Sitting alone in their driving seats, driving empty buses through deserted streets. I should count my blessings.

The weather over last few days has done nothing to encourage me to venture out for a brisk walk up the hill, past the railway station, through the park, down into Rochester and back home again. So it's just a quick nip to Sainsbury's to replace whatever has vanished from my fridge.

Being entirely truthful, I know the staff at Sainsbury's better than I know pretty-much anyone else in Chatham, so going out to get a small bag of mushrooms is the social highlight of my day, even before Covid-19 kept us all indoors.

Spotted this Coronet on my way home after work today carrying my lovely small bag of mushrooms. And later, remembered to fiddle camera settings to “Daylight-Saving - ON”