So, this afternoon, I queue for 10 min in the sunshine and then take my turn to walk into the local pharmacy to collect a prescription. The mask is my latest fashion accessory. Extra points if you spot the Lacoste crocodile on it.

Here’s a pic of me queueing. ;) You’re welcome.

As I walk inside and wait to be served, the pharmacist (who I've chatted to occasionally) walks forward from the dispensing area and, packet in hand, calls me by name and beckons me to collect the drugs. Unbelievable. I said 'How do you DO that?' He smiled. I said 'Bang goes my career as a bank robber then'. We smile together (although, of course, he couldn't see mine), and I walk out. Thank you kind pharmacist man - you made my day.

Elsewhere in Glynn's universe today, two very nice walks, however a chilly wind then kept interrupting my feeble attempts at sun worship, although hot coffee helped. My new April's resolution is to stop scrolling through so much devastating news. And please don't get me started on the incessant stream of updates about Boris Johnson's improving health...

Tomorrow is another day...hopefully Covid-19 free and with a less wintry chill in the air.

P.S. The early episodes of St. Elsewhere were amazing television in their time - they've aged pretty well too. Puts me in mind of our current situation in some respects. Stat!!

P.P.S. So were the 4 seasons of Thirtysomething when I was, erm, 30 something. Timely and timeless.

P.P.P.S A shout out for the best TV ever; Hill Street Blues. Oh, and the early series of The West Wing.

So much good telly to be grateful for at the right time in my life.

Be careful out there.