I have slept on and off for most of the day and feel ok except for a persistent headache.
The many kindnesses of today have been a tonic better than any doctor could prescribe and although
I don't want to labour the point into something that sounds something saccharine, I can't quite get over the thoughtfulness of others
Today Emma from The Old Crown dropped off her own hens eggs and homemade soup, and more eggs were dropped off by the gate by Heulwen and Derek only a short time before Greta bearing gin popped by.
Jason marched Mary around the Gop and Trendy Carol took the bulldogs all afternoon and Dr Polly and her daughters sent me a video from home wishing me well.
The phone has rung and clicked with scores of messages as I've slept and Sailor John and velvet voiced Linda, ( the head of the street warden initiative) have physically called around to see if I was still breathing.
And at 6pm, as it started to rain, Bridget from Well street left her family to walk across the village with a hot roast dinner just for me.
A home cooked meal a panacea against all known ills
I could have lost my cottage during my divorce
And I am so glad I fought to keep it and was able to remain
These last three weeks of shutdown have underlined that I am indeed home