Lockdown 1. The Early Years Print

At the start of lockdown it all became very complicated very quickly. Easy for me to self isolate but the knock on effects soon became all too clear. How would I look after my very aged mother/walk the dog/do my shopping....and hers, get the car fixed, the washing machine replaced or call an ambulance. Obviously I did all of those things whilst making room for my adult son to return home from a "no housing" situation in London. I lost several rooms in my house to someone who now had to work from home and frankly the best place for me was to hide in the studio. So I went "large" again, ( having said I would work smaller in future). I could order paint online so I spent a fortune on the best acrylics and drew out what was happening in the garden. It was the end of March. The birds carried on as usual, they just got louder. There were no cars drowning out their endless chatter. It was eerie. I decided I liked it. I only got the car out once a week instead of everyday. I decided I liked that as well. I imagined the Covid virus rolling like tumbleweed along the streets amongst the flora and fauna and along the main road by my house and that the thrush and blackbirds were letting me know it was passing.