I gave the little front garden bench another coat of oil before breakfast, then did the back garden furniture afterwards. Watched the news, wrote out some Easter cards, even though I am sure it won’t feel like a celebratory weekend this year, but it felt right to send cards to friends that I can’t see, and to a dear friend of my father’s who is usually so active.
It felt strange having a very quick walk to the post box. The news doesn’t get better yet.