Wine Club 9 May

I don’t know about you but lockdown is slightly losing its lustre Chez Ray. Joke over, thanks, let’s just get back to normality, whatever the new normality might be.

In the meantime, though, as the drear days of social distancing and isolation turn to weeks and the weeks to months, it’s strange what delight one finds in tiny — often guilty — pleasures. You know, like doing jigsaws for the first time in 50 years, listening to the complete Gilbert and Sullivan, re-reading Dick Francis and Dorothy L. Sayers, cataloguing my heavy metal LPs and scoffing garlic by the bag-load without fear of making folk faint on the Tube. Oh and not shaving. What utter bliss that is!

And, goodness, who knew that doing my nightly exercise by walking through town in the middle of the road for an hour could be such a childish treat?

Of course, the greatest delight is that first glass of vino in the evening.