One man an his dog…

Our quiet country road is a refuge for us and we can only watch with increasing alarm as the virus speeds through the country.
Tonight we learn that the Prime Minister, Boris Johnson, is in intensive care and the next few hours are critical- that’s the latest news.
While no admirer of Boris- he always struck me as a man totally out of his depth relying on foppish charm, and a gift for words to get him through- I hope he makes it.
This morning I got an unexpected phone call from a very old friend from the days we used to all share a flat in London together during the “Swinging Sixties”. She is in bed with the virus having returned 10 days ago from South Africa.  She is the first person I know personally to have contacted it and it has come as a shock.

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