March 22^nd.

Today was Mother’s Day, although it didn’t feel like it. We usually see my grandparents, but at the last minute decided we couldn’t as they are in their 80s. We were stuck inside the house for most of the day, with just a short walk with the dog to get some fresh air, all by ourselves. I can’t believe how many people we saw playing in parks, and again on TV later.

We still managed a Champagne breakfast with fruit and Croissants for my mummy though, helped by Daddy; he told my Mummy we all need to keep our fluid intake up. I think this might have been an excuse.

We did have fun though. We played board games, watched FRIENDS. We spoke to my grandmothers, but I do wish we could have gone out more. Go for dinner, walk to a café in the nice weather.

Most of the streets are starting to look really strange, empty. it’s like no one lives here anymore. Even the few people we do see walk well away from everyone. It is like in a movie

I’m starting to feel a little bit better about it. Getting used to what is going on. I wish I didn’t need to get used to it though.

I read before I went to bed. I’m reading Michael Morpurgo’s Private Peaceful. It’s a really good book, but it is very sad. It makes me realise how bad some people had it in the war. The story talks about 18 year old boys getting shot, often by mistake. That’s only 7 years older than me. Maybe just having to stay at home isn’t so bad after all.

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