Life in confinement

We're benefiting from really nic weather here in Bordeaux, and thankfully we have a nice balcony where we can get out and breathe. Pat sits out there and reads. We all do our physical jerks out there, too. We greet our nieighbours, either waving to people in other blocks or shouting down to the folk in our own. Pat did try singing "Knees up Mother Brown" but nobody joined in.

Meanwhile we still have good stoocks of bananas and clemntines. Bread's running low, so we'll need to make a quick sortie to the supermarket either today or tomorrow. Having filled in our form, of course.

As confinements go, it's not so bad. Of course, we have a spacious and light flat with a balcony. Some folk have just one room and some people don't even have a window that opens on the street, so for them it's much harder.

We're keeping in touch with people and checking up on people. Pastors have the right to visit the sick, having filled in the appropriate form, and we can also bury the dead. Bordeaux Church is youthful, so we're not necessarily expecting to have any sick as such. And we hope not to have any dead, either.

So there we are. Time to get back to work!