I’ve been getting updates from my sister in Ohio, one of the more proactive states. They have a nice gym in a house about three times the size of ours, with two huge dogs. They’ll be getting a lot of exercise.
My wife and I are very fortunate in that it’s nearly impossible to feel locked down where we live.
She’s got glaucoma, with a trip to Moorfields Eye Hospital scheduled in May.
We’re having the same worries as so many about food. Ocado is impossible, and the supermarkets around here are, in one’s perhaps not-so-fevered imagination, poorly stocked plague pits. So I'm starting to lose a bit of weight (we've been making ourselves homebodies for a few weeks now), even while my hair is once again saved from the chop.
Just about to get on the road: everything old is new againI may be missing a haircut, especially on rides as it gets warmer, but I didn’t miss the MOT for our trusty Toyota, even as I felt a bit like Howard Hughes in my prep work.
Unsurprisingly, the
Velosolo Club (blog currently being updated across another road) is swelling in its ranks.
Last callYesterday evening the rich folks across the valley observed the 8 o’clock applause by setting off fireworks.