Wave 2 of the virus well and truly here. Our little corner of paradise now officially included in the 'red zone' that stretches uninterrupted from Bordeaux to Toulouse. This isn't really a surprise. The original lockdown was well policed and largely obeyed. But then came the nationwide August vacations and all sense of danger evaporated. With nearly 10,000 positive tests yesterday the government now has to decide how to respond.
Of course here in the village we are fortunate. The kids go off to school in a socially spaced bus. The old folks home is strict about who comes in and who goes out ( which makes the matrons job much easier as some of her older residents were prone to wandering ) and meetings of more than ten people have been postponed for the duration.
Courier deliveries to The Rickety Old Farmhouse are soaring. Today the missing pictures from Scotland arrive.
They have been crated and wrapped with a degree of care that suggests the Mona Lisa is inside. Angus spends a couple of hours disassembling the crate. His shaggy companion looks on in hope that this is the mother of all biscuit deliveries. She is disappointed.
Perhaps the most unusual thing I've read this month : https://www.abc.net.au/news/2020-09-02/coffin-confessor-bill-edgar-reveals-secrets-of-dead-at-funerals/12619946