Tuesday 23rd Febuary 2021 2021

 Another instalment of my boring life.  Boris Johnson is trying to pave a roadmap out of lockdown, lots of promises for March, perhaps there may be light for us all at the end of this damned nightmare.  

Now normally if my bag isn't too heavy, I try to sit upstairs on the top deck of a bus. I'll try not to touch for Windows especially if they are all steamed up, because I am so worried that the condensation may be called by people's breath, and anyone can breathe on those windows who are infected with the coronavirus.

Sometimes while waiting at the bus stop at Bemerton Heath, I occasionally hear a train going along the railway line. All the kitchens in the houses bordering the line along Pullman Drive start to vibrate as trains rush past.  

This is the London to Penzance line. I had a friend called Rose who used to live in one of the houses, and every time the London train went past all her plates used to rattle together. I always know it's coming towards Salisbury, because as soon as it gets to Skew bridge, the horn always sounds.

The sodium lights are slowly disappearing from Salisbury Streets, I shall miss their orange Glow. I don't like the new halogen lights, it's like Wembley stadium when they light up and are far too bright.

it's just as well I photographed the covid-19 posters because they are now gone.  One day these posters could end up in the Salisbury Museum.

New build houses are not going to be fitted with gas anymore, because it's all going electric. It's bound to run out eventually anyway, but I didn't think so soon.