Didn’t get out of bed until after 8am, that’s the good news. The bad news is I went to bed at 10 last night and was wide awake at 2am. I watched a bit of the One World thing and eventually got back to sleep about 4am.
Charlie fixed us his fab corned beef hash for breakfast and then Alice and I went for a walk, same one as last Sunday I think, up Gatton Road where all the rich fuckers live. It’s a private road so not many other people use it for their daily exercise, although there were more people than last time. Didn’t have to shout at or threaten to cold-cock anyone who refused to social distance. I didn’t mention yesterday that on my run I had a near-miss with some dumb fucking guy running the other way who refused to move into the street. I was next to a wall so couldn’t get out of the way so we passed way too close. When I saw he wasn’t going to move I raised my elbow to head level and he had to duck out of the way or he might have lost a few teeth or needed his nose straightened by a plastic surgeon. It’s a jungle out there, for sure.
Mostly avoided the news so don’t know the latest death totals. I do know that the US and UK are still near the top of the table of death. That’s about it.