Sorry, nothing to report, no gossip, but it’s all good, still keeping safe

I wish I could tell you I have news for you, even a bit of salacious gossip. But I don’t. Nothing of any note has happened in the last week.

I haven’t seen anybody, spoken to anybody or interacted at any level with anyone bar the girl in the chemist. And she didn’t look in the humour for a bit of ‘aul chit chat, God help her.

Anyway it’s impossible to gossip with anyone from 2 metres away. Have you tried it?

I was putting my bins out last week and so was my neighbour. We started chatting across to each other.

‘Any news?’

‘Divil a bit.’

‘Oh did you hear the milkman won’t be collecting the milk money anymore? We all have to do it online because of the Corona Virus.’

Now normally if we were having a chat about Tom The Milk Man we’d start saying what a cranky ‘aul git he is but you can’t shout that across the street, can you? Nor can you shout that the neighbour on the other side had friends round a few nights previously, even though she wasn’t supposed to.

So no, there’s no gossip to be had. The greatest excitement I’ve had all week was when the DPD man drove into the street and rolled down the window at me.

‘Have you something for me?’ I shouted excitedly. I could barely contain myself. He shook his head, said, ‘not today’ and drove on!

We’re all just keeping our heads down and getting on with it as best we can.

Getting on with the mountains of washing – I’d really like to know how they can dirty so many clothes when they don’t go anywhere? Making endless snacks and generally trying to keep busy.

And I know we’re so lucky. At the most basic level of course I miss the chats with friends and family, I miss getting my hair done and going for a walk on the beach. I even miss our cranky milk man. But all joking aside, I realise why we have to do this – to keep each other safe.

I’m writing this on Easter Sunday. I was supposed to be in France today. I bought a lovely floaty dress to waft around a French lake. Instead I put the dress on and I’m wafting around the kitchen!

This Easter Sunday we’ll be having dinner together as a family (something that is normally as rare as hens teeth) and playing a virtual quiz with our neighbours afterwards.

We will light a candle and raise a glass to all the healthcare workers out there, risking their lives to save ours.

And as every Irish mammy ever born says, ‘We’ll be grand.’

AS FOR THE MOUNTAINS OF WASHING - I’D LIKE TO KNOWHOWTHE FAMILY CAN DIRTY SO MANY CLOTHES WHEN THEY DON’T GO ANYWHERE?