Mum and dad are much the same as yesterday, so all good news. Dad’s cough is taking time to settle down but at least he’s sleeping a bit better.
Glad to see the rubbish trucks finally doing the rounds. The bins were getting a bit full.
All the obscure cultural activities at the village hall are sadly being cancelled.
And no church services either…but a pretty funky door to admire at the Baptist church.
Messages of hope still springing up everywhere, but I haven’t seen any teddy bears yet…
2022 and all that 