Living in a Bubble.

Easy pick up for Mr S from his pharmacy near Holborn, then a pleasant explore through the sunny streets of central London to find his flat and deliver. Upon ringing Mr S's doorbell I got no response, so called him on his mobile.

"You see the garden next to where you are, I'm in there" and so he was able to guide me over the phone to the bench he was sitting on - we did the handover through the railings, and I mentioned he'd found a very pleasant place to enjoy the sunshine.

"It's part of my bubble" he admitted. 4 months ago I'd have had no idea what he meant by that - today it made perfect sense.