Locked in- Covid 19, file2

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It is Easter morning, and it is the first time in my memory that I have no Easter eggs, or chocolate bunnies for my girls. There is really nothing very Easter-ish  about this Sunday. In fact it is the first time in my life when i have seen no Good Friday services, or Easter Vigils in almost all the churches around the world. And in these days of modern technology, churches are streaming their services online.  It is a time of 'social distancing'.
We stay indoors, go out only for the essential items and medicines.  People try to stay a safe distance away from each other, wearing masks, gloves, and definitely trying hard not to cough or sneeze while close to someone else.
These are tough times for everyone, and i have tried to stay cheerful, while sitting at home, occasionally having meetings online, preparing study material, worksheets, cooking, seeing that the family is well and not too bored. My children have their school work to do, and my husband and i have to remind them often that they have all the time now, and to make the most of the time they have; so that when schools do reopen they are not bogged down with all they have to do. My husband tries to give the girls a dose of physical activity with some cricket or hockey  outside the house every evening.
My siblings have a weekly catch up on zoom, and though there is not much to chat about, it is nice to see each other and talk about little things, like who cooked what, what we are doing with our time, see our neices and nephews and just know we are all thinking of each other.
And that is File 2- just random ramblings......
Siblings 'zooming'

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