Woken to the return of sunshine and blue skies which is delightful and means people will be able to get out into their gardens.
The news this morning is of an initiative (I did need the dictionary) up and running at Royal Bank of Scotland, Gogar. They’re collecting non-perishable food and hygiene necessities for onward transmission to Social Bite and the Trussell Trust.
It’s for firms and not individuals, folks. We can still leave physical or monetary contributions at many places.
In other news – the Prime Minister and two other top blokes have symptoms of the virus. Also, The Prince of Wales.
The fish van did call and we enjoyed smoked haddock and leek in a mustard sauce last night. Fishmonger thinks yesterday might be it until ‘the other side’.
A really long walk yesterday afternoon in the mist, but dry. The new jacket is great, should anyone be wondering. Replenished our bread supply and bought some iffy looking dry sherry. However, it was okay.
I met a friend out with her D-i-L and the toddler granddaughter. The last named keeping her social distance as to the manor born. Lovely to catch sight of people and know the world still exists out there.
Not everyone has seen that Edinburgh isn’t collecting glass meantime and some of the boxes are looking a bit murky. The garden rubbish went early. Three cheers for the binmen.
Good progress with A Lady of Quality. My but Lucilla is annoying. If I were her aunt, I might take a wee while to tell anyone she’d gone missing.
Yesterday’s codeword in the Scotsman was sneaky. Certainly shook me up.
Got back to the WIP although progress was slow.
Anyone else find they’re sleeping longer nights? A return, perhaps, to winter hibernation.
Capital Collection – a selection of short stories by Anne, and also Kate Blackadder, Jane Riddell and Jennifer Young.