Where I live is much better than most have to suffer for isolation. We are on the edge of town, close to a Country Park. It's a large plot of land - there are three trees of over 50 feet between the house and the road. I don't know if I could stand being stuck in a tower block.
Got a couple of jobs done yesterday.
First was to take my mum to hospital to have the dressing on her leg changed. It seems they were pleased to see her. The wound is improving, and they are always happy to share good news.
While there, she enquired about the numbers of CV admissions. Their CV ward has plenty of patients, but none of them are local; all shipped in from the city 11 miles away who hog all the funding. Lots of terrace housing there, but the main cause of spread there appears to be a predominance of large families. In our own town, social distancing appears to be working.
Being 92, my mum is in a vulnerable group. Any excuse to see something away from home is welcome, so I take a different route home.
Decent carrot & pepper soup for lunch. I enjoy making soup and the freezer has a drawer reserved for it - currently 6 different flavours to choose from.
In the afternoon I got around to servicing the lawnmower. It got a good clean too, and I treated the rust spots underneath. Then I removed the dead battery for the electric start. I took the lid off it and refilled with proper water. Ten minutes on the battery charger and it was showing over 12V again. Lid glued back down again and refitted to mower. It started! So much for "no user-servicable parts inside". Cut some grass - not all, as the woman next door works shifts for 111, and her bedroom curtains were closed.
Felt good about the battery - a new one is about £20, and Morrisons only charged £1.50 for 2.5l of water. Topped up the battery in the burglar alarm while I was on a roll. It wasn't dead, but will now last longer.
Sat outside for a while watching YouTube videos, mostly about repairing lawnmowers.
Didn't feel like eating the other half of the chicken casserole from Friday as the weather was too warm. Ended up with one of my mum's favourites - tinned pears, cream and a couple of slices of bread and butter. Canned fruit was a luxury in her ration-era youth. Pineapple Chunks were the only sort to be found until after she was married.
Telly was rubbish, just like every other Saturday evening, so watched a couple of Repair Shop episodes. Feel Good telly at its best!