This fella dropped by while I was lounging in the garden.

Current view.

Our family lockdown exercise. I love these three so very much.

The Tinworth Family on Shoreham Beach.

Bluebells in the garden.

Bluebells in a Shoreham Beach back garden.

If you give your article a headline that starts “We need to talk about…” I will not read it.

I’ve got the perfect background for the next few Zoom meetings.

Very professional, I think.

When lockdown eases, which approach do you think companies will choose?

Allow more remote working? Up their office space to allow for social distancing? A mix of both?

Consequences, consequences: WarnerMedia Is Rethinking Theatrical Release Model

Huge TVs with good sound systems at home. Hard to socially distance in cinemas…

Evidence, I think, that my daughters are handling this lockdown more productively than me.

The worst of it?

I can’t even eat them. I’m milk intolerant.

D-Nile

Odd, odd 36 hours.

It turns out that I was in emotional denial about how much the world has and will change, even if I acknowledged it intellectually. Some bad news about a couple of bits of work triggered a small emotional collapse and a (largely) sleepless night.

But I’ve come out of it with a renewed focus on adapting myself to the new reality, and I’m feeling much better, thank you very much.

Now, let’s be honest: you didn’t need to know that, did you?

But I think it’s worth sharing it. What we’re going through? It’s tough. And let’s not be afraid to show each other when we’re struggling.