Day 1
The news finally came
At the end of an anxious day
Do not come out of your homes
Keep yourselves safe
What a powerful sense
Of responsibility to have
The life of strangers
In the palm of your hand
That good old spirit
Of community together
Fly the British flag
Is it dead and buried?
Only time can show us
What will happen now
Are we one nation standing
Or islands in crowds
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We may come out of this feeling better to one another, there are certainly many people prepared to help others, it has certainly been happening to me being an old age perisher.
Andy
Despite the bleakness of the poem I agree with you GF. I'm hopeful that perspectives will change for the better.
Yes i got my text from NHS at teatime monday telling my i am vulnerable and to stay at home for 12 weeks.... difficult times ahead.
Things will be fine DA. Just batten down the hatches and you can play catch up with Downton Abbey!
We will all have to do what we can.
Maybe the 12 weeks will be reduced over time?
We'll see Orchi. Us young uns will help you old uns
As old as the year 1066 and earlier! So - I survived the Black Death around 1348?! But horrendous sanitary conditions then, chucking the waste out the windows or in ditches. And hocus pocus remedies. They did not know any better then though.
Hence the saying a shower of shit
I meant 'soup'. Did I?!
My hands are on S-C
My life is now looking round the house for jobs to do. Today I washed the dustbin after it was emptied - it certainly needed it. Also I've started cleaning my tools - now looking shiny and cared for. Tomorrow I shall work on a monoprint after doing a bit of housework. Such weird times.
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