Is it clever to be outside, enjoying the sun and breathing in the fresh air? Perhaps the air is not so fresh, but it smells good. I am more than the 2 meters distance from my next door neighbour who is busy watering the garden. Even Mr. Swiss is indoors and so life goes on. I just saw that the neighbours little boy, aged 11 months, is taking his first steps alone in the garden. My weekend days of isolation are quite satisfying. I have almost forgotten how it used to be when it was thought of being good to mix with other humans. I wonder if when the great plague of London arrived in 1665 whether there would have been less deaths if people had then kept their distance from each other. Perhaps the whole thing never had to happen, although I think the rats played a big part in that episode of the history books. Who needs rats, today we can do it all by ourselves.