This morning we walked/run to the end of the forest road, where I was going before it was banned. A nice drizzle accompanied us. It was neither hot nor cold. Of course we didn’t meet anyone on the 7 km of the course. No one but our postman in his yellow van. He had a muzzle. Who did he bite? I’m not listening to the Prime Minister. Frimousse’s Mistress will give me a summary – short, I hope.