Friday, 20th March 2020 Dear Diary, The air smells good. Fresh, car free and refreshing. The sky, clear - no aeroplane tracks, no human made noise, no take over of nature. Curtains twitch hourly. Old faces smile behind them and wave, then disappear behind a muttered cough caught in a sleeve. Life has slowed down. Yet, somehow we remain positive. And there is no ‘cup half full’ or ‘half empty’. I am just lucky to have that cup in the first place.