I have gone into self isolation.
I am not ill and cannot afford to be so.
My nightmare is that Liz closes her days with me infected with this virus and that I cannot be there for her.
Her day's appear to be short now, but who can tell.
I have hoarded toilet rolls (not and what the hell is that about?) and gin, tea and of course cat food (yes) enough to bide my time.
I continue to visit her through the week.
It's like one of those frozen moments in a movie where everything stops... Frozen in time, nothing but, feeling tears, I wait for the pause to end.
Well that's me and here.
Wishing folks the best in this hiatus we all face.