Self Isolation Day 3 & 4. What day is it?

Wake up to sunshine but then realise what's happening across the world. News via the phone is too accessible. Italian deaths are rising, they're saying a whole generation has been lost. A friend of mine who's been quarantined in Modena for some time made a bid for freedom to New York. She's made it home on an expensive flight out and is exhausted. Had lots of messages from friends saying the borders are closed in Australia. We cross the coffee quiet zone and discuss the issue at hand. None of us are too keen on trying to get back now. It would be a nightmare and a health hazard. I may even have it now, giving it another few days just to make sure. Distancing from the girls, disinfecting and washing hands continuously and wondering what day it is. It's time to put makeup on.

The river walk has been cordoned off. The daughter went for a walk this morning and the police with the pink armbands told her she wouldn't be able to walk there anymore and could only go a kilometre from her home. It's surreal, like something from a Sci-Fi movie. Who would have thought it would happen to us.

I go on another route and find in a small triangular park between two rows. There are four beautiful wrought iron chairs distanced from each other beside an old tree, self isolating.

I find another supermarket #Monoprix, it's bigger, better and has gouache paints, brushes and Canson paper. I am so elated, I decide to start a blog, paint and wash my hair (self isolation hair fact - after three days, your hair stops being so oily). The daughter has been doing the 'no poo' and was adamant that it worked but I didn't believe her until today.

Another friend texts to tell me he's been tested. He's got the symptoms, he left Paris when I arrived. I'm feeling a bit reassured that I made the right decision and worried about him as he's the same age as me.

We get excited to hear the clapping and rush out on the balcony. Thinking of the health workers putting their lives at risk and hope that Australians start realising how important it is to stay at home. Look what is happening in Italy, the young people didn't get it, they still kept gathering. The price is being paid with the elderly.