Gorgeous spring morning. Decided to take a late breakfast in the garden.
Nothing special just a cup of tea, croissant, and a glass of orange juice. Relaxing, reading the morning paper on my tablet, musing on life under lockdown.
It lasted but a half hour before I was driven inside by the incessant unremitting cacophony of the birdsong. Oh, where are all the natural noises that have been the soundtrack of my life? The distant and constant rumble of traffic, the coughing tractors and rattling cattle trucks, the jet planes cruising across the sky, the beat of military helicopters flying low between the Curragh and their Kildare airbase, hedge trimmers, car horns and wailing sirens of police cars and ambulances?
I can’t take it for much longer, when will it all end?
I have discovered that you can now download from YouTube recordings of city noises – busy traffic, beeping horns, tram bells, crowds talking and moving, street vendors shouting their wares. It sounds great on headphones.
I might yet make it through this lockdown.
Broadsides - A collection of bits and pieces 
You maybe, but I fear the UK is doomed, doomed I say!