As the lockdown grinds on I find myself in a Groundhog Day of wake, do stuff, repeat, with no change of scenery, no meeting anyone new, no new horizons… I’m going ever so slightly stir-crazy.
But being English, Groundhog Day doesn’t really compute. So, Squirrel Day? Hedgehog Day?
Whatever it’s called, that’s me snuffling about in the garden, head down, searching for grubs and nuts. Every day the same.