Got up at eight this Sunday morning switched on the computer and the Guardian was full of the virus and how many had died. I switched on the TV and watched a cartoon. I follow the rules, wear a mask and clean my hands, the rest is up to chance I refuse to live in fear. While writing these lines of homespun wisdom a pigeon sits on the ledge if I wave my hand it will flay away, and sometimes I wish to fly too but I do not want to be a pigeon.