I'm home in isolation,
I’m saving the NHS,
and lives too.
The governments daily virus graphs are understandable,
I breath a sigh of relief that the daily death toll is now below 400.
'R' now forms a part of my vocabulary,
but what point is it at?
Is it over one or more importantly is it below one?
I feel as if I am living in a parallel universe,
I don’t know a single unfortunate soul who has Covid-19,
and there are no ambulances to be seen chasing around my roads.
In my world,
the skies are blue,
the sunshines everyday.
The garden is looking a picture,
and even the supermarket queues are tiny.
Where we live is normally extremely quiet,
but now we have daily Ocado vehicles,
disturbing the tranquility,
delivering boxes of food from M & S.