In a road nearby, Her Majesty stands in a front window with a gloved hand raised sedately, and smiling at passers-by on their return from state-approved exercise walks in the Park, or on their key-worker dash to our almost deserted railway station.
Apart from the hat and gloves (and smile) which remain the same each day, she changes her outfit on an almost daily basis. I always remember to check and wave back. Today she has a tasteful shawl and a sombre dress. She has been known to sport a sweatshirt!
Others have commented that her presence cheers them up. I most certainly find it a pleasant distraction.
Hurrah for life-size cardboard cutouts and the British sense of humour!