Day 22:

Finally some good news.  The number of contagions is falling and the people recovered is higher and higher.

I haven't worn a bra in 3 weeks.  Picture this: A nearly 60 year old me, yoga, slapping my face doing downward dog.

GP has escaped from his mother.  He told her he was popping out to the butcher's and has been hiding out here most of the day.  He keeps finding reasons not to return; a shower, a cup of tea, a documentary on hyenas...

I am thinking of taking a walk tomorrow carrying a shopping bag.  Should the police stop me I'll tell them I'm off to the supermarket.  On foot.  If I don't get out and get some exercise I'm going to meld into the sofa. 

That's all for now.  Stay well.  xxoo me