May 7

After yesterday’s post about my wanting to go out for a walk and reluctance to break the Marital Pact (Yes, I do see it with capital letters), “The Writer”decided he obviously wasn’t keeping me well enough entertained at home and yesterday evening announced that he was in the process of devising a quiz utilising one of his least-known and most impressive talents. He promised it would be ready by this morning.

After our morning walk – on the terrace – he calls me to look a a sequence of pictures featuring the titles of well-known novels. I am to guess which novel is represented by each picture.

I reproduce , here, what greeted me:

“Guess,Guess, he demands.

“Watership Down”?

“No”

“The Velveteen Rabbit”?

“No”

” Duck! Rabbit!?”

“No”.

“Raising Rabbits for Meat by Eric Rapp?”

“That’s silly”

“Wolf Nation?, the Company of Wolves?, Wolf Hall, Kavid the Wolf Dog?”

‘You’re not trying”

“I am trying. Well, what is it then?”

“Anna Karenina, obviously!”

I add one shadow picture of my own and leave.

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More notes from readers about their symbols of lockdown:

Sharon writes:

‘This is my best moment of lockdown life. The seeds I dried from a couple of tomatoes have sprung into life.  I’ll have to prick out a few and plant separately – when we have sunshine again. And I planted some slices which I think may be doing the same – I’m watching daily, could soon be overrun”.

Today looks like the day for pricking out, Sharon. Lots of sun.