We all like a bit of time to ourselves now and then but this is getting ridiculous.
I shaved my legs for the first time in 28 years, something I vowed never to do but maintaining a 2 metre distance, especially at my height means waxing would be problematic and I look like a yeti. I had an English teacher once who never shaved her legs and the hairs were so long and tangled under her tights, totally put me off English so I failed deliberately as a protest.
My birth mother and I have been enjoying each other’s company so much that she is sending me out for a walk with the dogs earlier and earlier every day. Today I walked for 6km in a circle thinking I was on my way home. I have a foolproof sense of direction.
I have never been so bored in my life and not being in a position to do anything is so frustrating I think I will have to cut the grass with my old scissors and maybe Sunny would suit a mohawk.
Everyone else seems to be surviving and R is looking increasingly like a beetroot without my constant nagging about sun screen. He can only go out with prior permission granted by phone and then only for an hour. Luckily our belongings arrived in Corfu, magic delivery company managed to cross the borders without touching anybody or anything. As soon as the house is finished R can sleep on a mattress on the floor with no bedding but at least he’ll have every kitchen utensil you can imagine, a cooker, washing machine, barbecue and all my clothes.
We were supposed to be leaving for Europe this week, instead Vanley is forlorn and lonely in the drive. He’s sparklingly blue because all the neighbours cleaned their cars and Vanley was grey, we succumbed to peer pressure and got out the hose.
Here’s to another week of doing nothing……