Routine is important.

A glass of red each evening

at five when the latest

government health advice

Is screened. My

indigestion is easing.

Regular, heatlhy meals together,

no dashing out in the evening.

The calendar’s just blank spaces,

just the odd event scrawled

in months ago and left

for historic interest.

 

And some things are becoming clearer.

The social stigma of looting loo rolls.

The clapping of health workers,

even outside Downing Street, shows

that deep down we’re all Europeans.

I can get through most things

as long as you are there

in the next room,

painting your tulips and freesias.