The tune session was great, thanks for asking, Maggie. No windows open; it was just too chilly and wet.

We did manage to maintain two-metre spacing, with no trouble. I had a music stand for Mary Anne, who perched on a dining chair in the middle of the parlour rug, I sat in the kitchen door, and Serena had a seat at the table. Serena and I are supposed to be off the dots by now, but Mary Anne is brand new to this repertoire and needed both the roadmap and something to scrawl notes on.

Watson the tomcat paid a visit to inspect Mary Anne's ankles and express disapproval of the fiddle, but his primary mission was to tell me that Treat Time was imminent, and obviously the higher priority.