Some good things…

It’s been great to do some English conversation class this morning. It’s good to be distracted from my worry about the construction site opposite.

It’s fun to help people get fluency in English. I always give them notes on new nouns or verbs used, and whether the verb is regular or irregular, or reflexive.

I’ve had to change my top up shop as my local one is full of men buying cans of beer or lager. My vicinity is littered with overweigh men, stripped to the waist, lobster red and guzzling alcohol.

The closed beaches are filled with people who ignored police blocks. The police are overwhelmed. I blame Dominic Cummings, and Boris Johnson’s stupid ‘Stay Alert’ instruction.

Locals are driven to staying at home. My regular trips to the RNLI station is no longer a pleasure.

I find it hard to relax when I’m not busy. People had read my blog before 8am this morning. This bothers me. In England. The search terms were odd, and the pages they looked at were just random.

I am waiting to hear from so many people.

It’s very hot. My dehumidifier has barely any more water in it. The difference it makes though.

My cousin is hoping to come down. I did find a great place to live near her, on a river, but I don’t have the strength to move.