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[todayiamadaisy]

A crackle of hail on the window just before, and then a deluge that turned the garden white. Less picturesquely, it also blocked the gutter and made the kitchen ceiling leak.

For working from home, I have commandeered one of my mother's two sewing desks, the one she uses as a cutting table. It's right in front of a window, so I have a view of Next Door's garden, mostly a giant fuchsia that is covered in hot pink and purple flowers and, at least twice a day, a chittering flock of honeyeaters. West-facing, so I can see the weather coming, banks of clouds or clearing to blue sky. I was already giddy with excitement at working in the council's building, on the first floor in an open plan room surrounded by windows and so much light, so having my own window is delightful. (I spent a year working in a windowless room at the charity; one of the many reasons I wasn't all that sorry to be made redundant.)

Do you know who is going hungry? My piggy bank, my poor little blue piggy bank. I put a gold coin in him every week out of my spare change, but I discovered this morning that I don't have any spare change because I haven't spent any cash. I haven't been anywhere to spend money, except the supermarket, and they've got signs up saying cards preferred. I'll have to write an IOU for the piggy bank and fill him up once this is over.