March 19

Suddenly, I’m gripped by the certainty that we should no longer have anyone else in the house. ” The Writer” and I made a promise to each other a few days ago that, if one of us feels strongly about any course of action, the other will go along with it. He’s as good as his word and we say a sad goodbye to our lovely cleaner for the ‘time being’ – whatever that is. She’s relieved and says she had been thinking of saying it to us. “The Writer’s” assistant is also delighted to scoot off to the country. Alone, we stare at each other. That’s it. Maybe for 18months. Or maybe more. There’s no logic, is there, in totally isolating ourselves then coming out before there is a cure or a vaccine? But we are still going to keep up our precious walks in the park and Government advice says it’s OK. (I wish they’d stop “advising” and just tell us, clearly, what to do)