Raining. And the man who sells us a bottle of wine at the little Tesco round the corner says nice day, not sarcastically, as I first assume, but merely as a standard pleasant bidding - have a good day. The inevitable rain doesn’t merit comment. February was the wettest on record for England, and no change expected before mid-March, though it’s not very cold.
Take the bottle of wine with us to West Harrow to have lunch with Jean. Also the last of the wild blueberry jam, our usual offering from home. Cosy inside, though. Samosas, and cake with custard, and lots of catch up talk. Went for lunch but it’s fiveish when we leave.
Television news full of covid-19, endlessly repeated - though endless repetition is the nature of tv news channels. Front page in newspapers as well. Lots of lighter stuff too, most happily a coming autumn revival of the classic satirical tv show Spitting Image, with a new set of political puppets. Puppet previews wonderful.
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