Or even "Mildly Pleased"? These are all words I don't use very often these days. No real cause to do so, sadly. I just keep on keeping on. Put one foot in front of the other and get through the days until life becomes a bit more normal.
Covid rumbles relentlessly on. The numbers of cases and deaths are both so low now, any self-respecting virus would be embarrassed to call itself a pandemic. Eleven deaths today, apparently. Meanwhile Boris is still trying to keep people frightened in case there's a third 'wave'. Even if there's not so much a wave as a ripple, they'll all go into a frenzy and we'll be in lockdown again.
My money is on an autumn lockdown, regardless of cases and deaths. Of course, there'll be no good reason for it, but reason and logic went out the window long ago. Watch this space.
How on earth can we still be under all the same restrictions... and yet be told on a daily basis how well the 'vaccine' rollout is going? It makes no sense... but then again, nothing has made any sense for the past year or so.
The garden helps to keep us sane, though, and now the weather's a little better it's nice to get out there and potter around a bit. I picked some rhubarb yesterday and made a tub of rhubarb and stem ginger compote to have with porridge. If we get a good enough crop I might make some jam.
Weather has been really weird... bright days but with a cold wind, frosty nights and absolutely no rain for the last few weeks. It's a wonder anything at all is growing at the moment; what happened to April showers? Maybe we'll get them in May? Bank holiday next weekend - that should ensure it rains!
I'm finally managing to get my hair cut next Friday - hooray! - almost five months since it was last done. It's been almost fifty (yes, 50!) years since my hair was this long. Good god, that makes me feel old.
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