Yesterday we had two deliveries, one of wine & one of
medicine. In both cases we stayed well away from each other, far more than the
recommended 6ft. Nonetheless we bellowed greetings & good wishes. In the
case of the medicine the same person had delivered on Friday & realised I’m
disabled so waited to make sure I safely picked up the bag on the doorstep
before getting back in the van to go.
It strikes me now that it is only on such rare occasions I even
hear the normal human voice except the Fox’s. Yes, I hear the recorded voice on
radio & television, CDs & the computer. I also hear friends on the
telephone, though their voices seem distorted from the way they usually sound.
The Fox & I continue to talk to each other most of the time. It would just
be nice to hear more. For that matter I would like to feel part of something bigger
than just the two of us. I “enjoyed” the clap for NHS workers, partly because I
felt the need to show my appreciation for all their hard work, at the moment rather
dangerous hard work, and partly because I joined in with something bigger as
people nearby clapped too.
So yesterday it was a pleasure to exchange greetings with
others, even though the conversation was superficial & at long distance.
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