I stop to listen. I can hear the hum of the electrics. I can hear birds carrying on. Every so often I can hear a car changing gear as it goes up and down the mini-hills on the Maidstone Road. But the background roar has gone.
Talking about birds, we now have three pheasants coming to the feeders. First there was a single male, then he was joined by a younger (or at least thinner) male. Then yesterday a female showed up. Mr P, Mr P Jr, Mrs P...
And now we're in lockdown. The PM says so- after having been badgered for days to bring in Continental-style restrictions. It's as Ailz said to me a week or two back: politicians don't lead, they follow.
It will be interesting to see who and what will still be standing or capable of being revived when the restrictions are lifted. A lot of businesses are bound to go under, including some big ones. We've been worrying over the future of the High Street for decades- and now- pretty much overnight- the High Street (all of the High Streets in every city, town and village) has ceased to exist. No shops and no shopping for the foreseeable future...
The Black Death in the 14th century broke the feudal system. (Which wasn't, when you think about it, such a bad outcome.) So what will coronavirus do?
It has come upon us so fast. Yes, I know, it has been around for months, but we Brits only really woke up to it as a thing that was going to impinge on us a month ago. Less than a month ago. Before then all we could talk about was floods.
And before the floods it was Brexit. Remember Brexit, anyone?