And more than a month has gone by, just like that! I've been fortunate in that - so far as I am aware - no-one I know has been affected by the coronavirus, but that good fortune has the side effect of making the whole thing slightly unreal. The daily reckoning tells me otherwise, of course, and like everyone else I can see that there's an enormously long way to go before life returns to anything remotely like 'normal'.
What have I learnt so far? That more than one or two socially distanced queues in a day is ... unsupportable! They need to be strung out over days to make them bearable. That I touch my face a lot - sometimes I swear I won't as I edge forward in one of those queues, and then I count (on two hands quite regularly) how many times I do before I even reach the shop door.
That the list of things I hoped to do but wasn't sure I would - well, it's taken me till May but at long last I'm just beginning to nibble at the edges of some of them. The garden is still chaotic, but marginally less so; there aren't hundreds of new plates ready to print, but there are a handful (and, I like to think, there will be more). The ironing pile, though, has made no real reduction from mountainous to merely hilly, but I have faith that a time will come when small changes will occur even there.
I make prints and book arts, though nowhere near as often as I'd like - no good reason, just an inability to get on with things. I occasionally go on about landscape (with which I am mildly obsessed) and various of its elements, and I like to pass comment on exhibitions I visit.