How about if we 'All' write a story.... (set before, or after, Covid19)
Jilly walked down the lane, the birds Tweeting in the trees, as she approached the Church. "Good Morning Jilly" said a voice "Oh hi John" said Jilly turning to see the Postman "how are you today?". "Oh, you know, mustn't grumble really, the 'old leg' is still sore, so is my back, and feet and...…" Jilly liked John, after all, he Never Complained at all!
Jilly continued, her walk, until she reached Bell's Blooms, the local Florist. Going in she greeted the owner, actually called Bert (Bert had thought, perhaps wisely, that female 'name' was better, for a Florist). "What can I Do for you Jilly" asked Bert, pleasantly smiling. Bert liked Jilly she was a girl of, he supposed, 35-ish nicely Proportioned - the right 'bits', in the right places- good 'dress sense', sensible 'make up'..... That sort of Girl.
"I'll have a dozen roses, for my Mum, please Bert- plus...erm… have you a 'nice' indoor plant for me?" "Certainly have Jilly, how about this" said Bert, handing her a small pink primula. "Oh lovely, my favourite colour too!" exclaimed Jilly "you really are a 'Gem' Bert". Jilly was even more impressed when Bert 'made her up' a beautiful 'mixed' bouquet of exquisite Roses. Before leaving the shop and paying a very reasonable Bill, Jilly had given Bert a Kiss, not a 'quick peck' but a proper kiss. Jilly actually 'fancied' Bert, his masculine charm, his 'slightly unkept' look- 'I wonder how old, he is... probably about fifty, too old?' thought Jilly.
Perhaps someone could continue this?