I think that might be a bit of an oxymoron but I had to mention it so now it’s done. My body doesn’t know what time of day it is and I almost forgot to go to bed last night and then didn’t get up until 11 o/c. Coffee is my drug of choice and the only thing I hoarded. Foresight is so much more useful than hindsight. I don’t like pottering, not any more. Once upon a time if I had a day when I could potter I enjoyed it. I thought I might as well do some housework, that’s how bad it’s got. I did it to disco music and danced onto the balcony. There were two lads playing football in the car park, such a lovely sight. I spoke to both my daughters and Elena wanted to know whether, if I do learn to sing will it still pass to her through our genes? I suppose it might, I’m beginning to believe anything might happen. It’s funny how some days I can turn my pottering into something quite good like painting or planting or exercising and other days nothing happens. I made myself go for a walk and took a different route. Very nice and a few people said hello which felt sort of normal. A guy asked if I had any loose change which felt very normal except I hadn’t taken my purse as all the shops are closed. A message for all you parents stuck at home with bored kids. It’s ok to lie and tell them that a new law says they have to go for a walk every day😇 You could also tell them that the police are watching them through their tablets or whatever. They’ll never know, mothers don’t lie, do they? That’s all I’ve got you April Fools, good night and I’ll try to do better tomorrow 😴💤😴