Across the UK, across continental North America and around the world on the internet by webcast

and by podcast, my name is Howard Hughes and this is the unexplained.

Thank you very much for the wonderful emails that you've been sending me lately.

You've said some really, really nice things that have kept me on track and have helped

to keep my chin up as we say here in the UK, helped to keep me optimistic and smiling

at times when I really haven't felt like smiling as I've been watching the news.

So sometimes, even I, and I've been a news junkie all of my life, just have to turn everything

off.

And then there is this astonishing silence we have in the part of London that I'm in,

no planes in the sky, very few trains on the railway track, the odd bus going past that's

completely empty.

And most of us in lockdown, those who are not doing work that you have to turn up for

that is essential to everything, then we are required to be in, apart from doing shopping

trips I did one today.

That's always a bit scary because you wonder where to go and you wonder which queue you

should be getting in and who's there and who might have CV 19.

My local supermarket have taken new precautions, they put perspex guards up to protect the

checkout staff, which is a great thing because it must give them much more of a feeling

of security.

But these are strange times and we can only between us hope and pray that they are

over soon and that we can resume normal life.

But I don't think life will ever be quite the same as I said on the last podcast.

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