Came outside and stood on the doorstep with my coffee this morning.

No cars.

No buses.

No people.

Just the wind and an army of jackdaws claiming chimneys for nests.

The clocks have moved forward for springtime, it feels pointless. I hardly know what day it is, a bit like Christmas holidays when you’re all stuck in the house but with less chocolate, more cabin fever and a nasty virus pandemic sweeping the globe.

The death toll has risen again this morning.

I sip my coffee and wonder where I’ve put my hairbrush.