Sunday, 12 April 2020

Sunday, April 12/2020

Easter Sunday, and appropriately we wake to sun. Today is actually quieter than any other day. Lockdown here is stricter than most other places. Doesn’t include going out for exercise. No restaurant delivery and certainly no pick up. And the little grocery shop is not open on Sundays nor are most pharmacies, so the few people walking past our door could only legitimately be going to a bank cash point and then only if it were a direct route from their residence to the nearest bank. Needless to say virtually no one passes. 

Lovely warm day, though. Cyprus coal tits busy with their nesting materials, appearing to worry about being observed as they deposit the bits in their roof tile. The pigeons that we assumed were going to nest on the roof above us seem to have moved next door. Same roof but further down. They may be thinking that it’s quieter there, and during the lockdown this is true because no one comes in, but normally it’s a heavy duty workshop so they could be in for a surprise. Fewer pigeon droppings for us though.

Roast a chicken for dinner and comment as usual on the difference in flavour in chickens in Europe. Not actually entirely a difference in location. North American chickens that have been raised with some time outdoors and not murdered at the earliest opportunity also have mature flavour and texture. May also be partly the feed.