This week, Rosie experiences back-to-London culture shock as a domestic emergency forces her out of her bunker, while James battens down the hatches and retreats underwater.
Our writers Rosie Paterson and James Fisher — who have both, one way or another, ended up alone for the duration — are sharing slices of their lives.
Up until now they’ve ranked musical instruments (and not in a good way), mused over mysteries, shared tales of curious robins, video chat and little old ladies winching shopping through windows.
They’ve even gone slightly bonkers and started writing themselves letters. Catch up with all their previous entries here.
I’m back in London. It’s a boring, but essential, story involving a plumbing emergency and some missing internet banking details.
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Did you know that a wineglass floats? Even when it’s full of red wine? And that after two minutes of bobbing around your knees, said wine will be at perfect drinking temperature? It’s little revelations like these that can only take place in the bath, my amphitheatre of emotion.
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Rosie and Jim: ‘I have baked myself out of my jeans’
Have our correspondents reached the peak? More like the trough.
Rosie and Jim: The instruments your neighbours are learning, ranked from pleasant ditty to audible hatecrime
This week, Rosie gives an eyeful to the neighbours she'd assumed didn't exist, while James gets an earful from the
Rosie and Jim: On binge-watching Normal People, and discovering that ‘running is pain’
This week, Rosie Paterson fails to tear herself off the sofa just as James Fisher finally stirs from his.
Rosie and Jim: ‘I’m fairly sure the elderly lady with excellent hair doesn’t usually winch her shopping up through a second floor window’
Country Life's Rosie Paterson and James Fisher are, separately, in isolation at opposite ends of the country.
Rosie and Jim: ‘The robin has probably been here for years; I’ve only just noticed him. He’s probably as curious as I am’
Country Life's Rosie Paterson and James Fisher are — as we all are — in isolation, entirely alone except for
Rosie and Jim: ‘You’re stuck/safe in one of the UK’s most beautiful swathes of countryside, so give thanks and get outside’
It's not just flour and toilet roll that's hard to get hold of during lockdown; it seems that paragraphs are
Rosie and Jim: ‘Mungo could either be a 12ft python trying to devour the cat, or a six-year-old child with his hand in the cookie jar, and everything in between’