The bees this morning seem to be going for the wild strawberry leaves rather than the wisteria, although both have visitors. Our frog has yet to be seen today, but he was heard late yesterday evening, so for now it is me and the cat out on the terrace tapping ourselves gently, very gently into the day.

I felt a little better yesterday with the realisation that, at last, we might be allowed into other people’s houses from the end of next week, not least because I think I am one of the few people who is still adhering to the notion that staying at home still seems to be the sensible thing to do. Even so, I am still aghast that the creative industries, which put a vast amount of money into the economy every year and employ countless numbers, are clinging onto a vague we’re looking into it.

I am surprised that cricket is not coming back yet football already is – the ball is a transmitter in one sport but not the other, supposedly – but at least I shall get a bit of a Formula One fix from next week, though the sport has appeared less relevant, more anachronistic than ever over the break. I gave up trying to discern any kind of logic at all behind these kinds of decisions a long time ago, but the cynic in me guesses that there is more money wagered on the footy.

Any change appears to have come too late for the artistic team at the Theatre Royal in Plymouth, who are apparently all being made redundant, and I suspect that this will be merely the first trickle prior to the bursting of the theatrical dam over the coming weeks. It really does now feel that whatever might be done is going to be probably too little and definitely too late.

Having said all this, I understand that balancing health with economy is difficult and will entail some kind of risk, but I do think that some matters have been shunted into the sidings, probably unwisely and at great human cost. In my field we await any indication at all of what might happen with choirs and orchestras, and the number of composition opportunities for the entirety of next year remains, as it has done for months, at a paltry six. After all, why commission when there are no concerts? I have no doubt that things will be substantially different this time next year, but for the time being the hiatus goes on.