The weather is absolutely glorious. My hammock is now set up in the garden and I have spent an hour or two reading in it today, with a fleecy blanket to counter the somewhat lively breeze. I had a terrible night’s sleep last night. My back has been sore for the last couple of days; in fact yesterday morning I got a fright because I couldn’t stand up at first when I tried to get out of bed. I think I have mentioned that I hurt it in December and then in Bali in March, both times by bending awkwardly. It eases off during the day with a combination of paracetamol and ibuprofen. But last night I decided not to take painkillers because I suspect that they take away the pain enough for me to lie in a position that somehow hurts my back further, hence the problems in the morning. I tried to sleep on my front, but kept waking up. As a result I’m very tired today, but I think it worked because my back feels a good bit better. I positioned a cushion carefully in the hammock for extra support.
When walking around the neighbourhood for my daily exercise, I have noticed a lot of people working hard in their gardens. Hedges are being trimmed, slabs are being power washed, grass is being cut. The gardens of Britain are going to look fantastic by the end of the quarantine. Talking of which, the numbers of deaths have been lower for the last couple of days, in the 400s* instead of the 800s, which is of course still terrible for those people and their families. I don’t want to speak too soon, but could the peak of the coronavirus have passed?
* update at 5 pm - well yes unfortunately I did speak too soon. Today’s death toll in hospitals in the UK is back up to 828, taking the total to 17,337. And sadly once statistics on deaths in the community and in care homes catch up, the total will be even higher. However the daily government briefing stated that the number of cases in hospital is hopefully levelling out.
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