Three days on from choosing to resurrect this guff as a means of chronicling events/relieving boredom, and my mood is already fluctuating. This is hardly an original observation, but everything - literally everything - feels so surreal.
Charlotte was invested into Cubs on Monday evening (that's her second from the right). She found Brownies a bit dull and sees Cubs as more challenging. All good, apart from the fact that Monday's gathering was likely to be the last for goodness knows how long.
You'll be aware that the school closures were announced today. That has removed any chance of the kids' extra-curricular activities carrying on. Right decision, but highlighting that we truly are heading to a bizarre place.
Glastonbury was cancelled today. Yesterday it was the Grand National and also the North West 200, which I was due to travel back to Northern Ireland for until Flybe collapsed. That happened two weeks ago which already seems like an age.
An increasing number of our friends and their families are now in self-isolation. It is surely coming our way too although, having worked at home for more than five and a half years, I'll barely notice the difference other than the fact that the kids are around.
Work wise, I am still very busy and likely to remain so given the need for communications in times of crisis. Many others have not been so fortunate and that breaks my heart. Other than people avoiding illness, I hope the situation gets better much more swiftly than envisaged for their sake so they can get back on with their lives.
However, in the midst of all the doom and gloom, the day is drawing to close on a mini-high. (Be assured that my ramblings over the coming months will always seek to be positive).
You may have heard that, earlier this week, Coldplay did a live gig on Instagram. I have an Instagram account but have never used it. I didn't know you could put live videos on there
Then this morning I heard that Gary Lightbody, lead singer of Snow Patrol and proud son of Ulster, will perform a live acoustic set on Instagram at 7pm tomorrow.
As well as knowing nothing about Instagram, I'm also a technophobe. But tonight I had a dabble and, to cut a not particularly interesting story short, I worked out how to connect my laptop to the telly and we're good to go to watch tomorrow night's gig. (Don't laugh, either because you obviously know how to do that or you hate Snow Patrol).
I suspect lots of singers and bands will follow the new live Instagram show trend in the time ahead to lighten the mood as we all hunker down. At least the Whites can now be part of it.
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