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When I told my adult education class that I wouldn’t be able to attend the next meeting because my husband and I were going on a short break to the Isle of Wight, instead of my colleagues uttering the more usual “Have a good time”, a couple of fellow students wished me “Good luck” instead. Will this be the new form of holiday good wishes in these strange times?
Kathrine Pattrick
Woodford Green, Essex
• One of the joys of lockdown and retirement is watching garden birds through the window. This morning’s joy was a pair of goldfinches on the lawn; then one bird flew nearer, pecking our wild forget-me-nots. After a small struggle, it detached a stem and flew off, carrying its blue bouquet as if presenting flowers to loved one. Not just any flower, but one with symbolic meaning – to humans at least.
Susan Treagus
Manchester