First significant progress from my point of view was being able to meet up with family from England for the first time in seven months, by way of a weekend visit from son and family a month ago. This was a successful episode, not least because it reassured me that young grandchildren had not forgotten my existence after all!

The next event in the diary is that I am booked for a haircut tomorrow, first time in six months.

Small steps towards normality, but I suspect there is a long way to go yet. Normally at this time I would be going for longer walks in Snowdonia, but the well publicized pressures from tourism this year means I can’t do that in practice, nowhere to park and virtually no buses to the places I want to access. Better luck in September perhaps.