I never thought I’d be happy to wake up to the sound and sight of rain falling as I finally stumbled out of bed this morning. I enjoyed the splishing, splashing of the windscreen wipers as I drove to do a quick essentials shop. I didn’t even mind getting wet during the brief walk from the car to the shop. Today, finally, was different to yesterday. Small mercies and all that. At least it gives me something to write about because how many more blogs can I write, or my loyal reader, read, about Covid-19?

The problem for me, as well as for other writers and bloggers, is what else is there to write about? I often get ideas from what I see in the media, particularly during news items. The problem is there is not much news about anything else at the moment and even that news usually has some connection with you-know-what. This isn’t what I had in mind when I concluded years ago that what I’d like to do is be at home and do as much writing as I want. Now that time has come along, it’s one of the few things I can do.

I certainly don’t want to read any more smug comments on social networks from those who criticise and in some cases abuse others who are bored by the current semi-lockdown. I like to write, I like to read, I like to listen to music on or off the radio, I like to watch telly. But I also like to do stuff, like go and see my family and friends. I like to go out for a pint or, just occasionally, go out for a meal. I like to watch the planes take off from the end of the runway at Bristol Airport. I like to watch the trains go by at Pilning station. I like to potter around record shops. I like to drive to places from where I can have a nice walk. I like to play golf with my friends. I like to go on holiday, in this country and abroad. I like all these things and more.

I know I am a very lucky person. We live in a nice little house, we have enough money to live on, we can go out for a brief walk and compared with some people ours is a life of luxury. Others, including some friends of mine, are stuck in high rise blocks of flats, imprisoned by the don’t know what to do. I thank my lucky stars – even though I know astrology is bollocks – for what I have.

Like you, I just crave normality. I want my boring little life back again. I want something to look forward to, a better tomorrow, a brighter day.

It really is the little things in life that matter and I honestly don’t want much more than that. Even hope would be something but even that’s in very short supply at the moment.