Last clap for carers?

A little London lockdown 29.5.20

We clapped for carers last night, perhaps for the last time. Though I have a suspicion we’ll be out rattlin’ those pots and pans again before we’re done with this damn virus.
The picture you see was taken outside the Catholic care home at the end of the street.
I’m no Christian but this is a beautifully run place and we always look forward to their Christmas and summer fund raising fetes.
The daughter volunteered there for a while, dishing out dinners to the old and frail.
When I irritate the daughter, she threatens to have me incarcerated there. Who knows could happen, but not yet please.
Lockdown restriction are being slowly lifted, we can now meet up to six friends or family members in parks and private gardens.
My friend Simon will get to see his new grandson Frankie. Lovely.
Went to see Alfie and the boys at Convent Garden market to pick up the fruit and veg for the week.
The strawberries are spectacular. Mrs Preen set fair to make strawberry jam.
Strawberries mean Wimbledon and summer means cricket and the Chelsea Flower Show, but not this year.
So many activities that are part of the London summer scene are nowhere to be seen.
The weather continues to be spectacular. No rain, but after the UK nearly sank beneath the waves in one of the wettest ever Autumns, I’m good with that.
Yeah you’re right, that is Rusty. Rubbish at social distancing.