I might just go and bang me dustbin lid outside at eight, or maybe put some Beethoven on. I see that Han The Cock is threatening to lock us all in our houses now. Of course, if you're in high places you can drive off to your second home, "to check it out", family included, more than once, and stay over, or go to see your mother on Mothering Sunday. The rest of us can just be collectively punished because some tabloids made a Big Thing of a few people sunbathing (mostly miles away from other people from what I could see) in a park in London. I don't have to do that because I have a garden, a luxury denied to millions of Londoners, so who am I to judge. Hey ho. The sea at Widemouth was beautiful today. I walked to it from my house. But aren't flat-dwellers sunbathing in a park so disgusting...