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I hadn't realised how much I have been looking forward to the Easter break until I shut down everything on Thursday. Four days off.

What has happened this week? I got out on Wednesday, f-list. I GOT OUT. To have my flu shot, so not for anything exciting, but when I came home and sat down to work I couldn't concentrate. Over-stimulated. And, possibly, over-sugared, as I stopped at the bakery on the way home to buy bread and also picked up two bags of hot cross buns.

Thursday morning we did the weekly shop, out of schedule because of the long weekend. They have put up ropes so there is only one entrance to the supermarket now, with a security guard to wave you in. A quick review of the aisles: There was toilet paper. There was pasta. There was no flour. There was a freshly-stocked shelf of yeast, which was good, because that was on the list.

On Friday, I used some of my yeast to make a spiced chocolate babka. "I like that better than hot cross buns," said my mother, who loves hot cross buns. So I'm calling that a success.

My mother and her friends have an unspoken schedule of calls. Every morning, they each ring a couple of the others, then over lunch my mother tells me all the latest. Today's news: Sue's daughter's washing line was blown down by last night's gales, and her husband, who is a geologist working in the mines, is stuck over in Western Australia now they've closed the borders.

Stuffed animals have appeared in windows all around the neighbourhood, as part of the global "make your windows interesting for families out walking" thing. A house around the corner has a unicorn head on a fence post. Our front-facing windows have plantation shutters on them, which makes it hard to display anything, but I rummaged around and found a small stuffed rabbit that can fit between two shutters. An eagle-eyed child might see him.