I got 6 May. I don't know why, because the lockdown has made very little difference to my life, aside from inconvenience. If anything, I'm baking bread and drinking less. Perhaps I was predestined for 6 May without a pandemic. A friend of mine, OTOH, is working his way through a recipe book of vintage cocktails. By his own admission, he had a rather messy gimlet night last week...
I'm fine - just made a nice new pair of pyjamas out of an old bedding set from the charity shop, enjoyed my four mile wander through the forest in the mizzle, and had an entertaining staged outside distanced chat with the various neighbours as our Water Company has decided it can't read the meters, so please can we? Which, since:
said meters are under four little iron lids in the pavement,
which lids need levering up to open them;
the gauges are a long way down, a stretched arm's length;
the gauges all have to be cleaned to be read;
are so far down that the only way of reading the numbers is a flash photo zoomed in,
said iron lids are not in numerical order or anything useful,
not all numbered (two have numbers under the lid)
my meter seems to be broken,
my downstairs neighbour's gauge has glass that's obscured for some reason
Of course, I have a changeable cast of carers in and out, lovely people from church bringing me a couple of meals each week, and I was mostly locked in as of early October 2018, when I had to go to a wheelchair to get around. So I'm used to it. Also, they didn't have wine on the list of beverages, and I live in the suburbs. We shall see.
Really, I'm fine. I've been under a sort of lock down since December 2017 - this isn't a lot different. The main annoyance is not being able to pop out to the shops whenever I forget something, but I lived in deepest darkest Dorset for years, at one point 4 miles from the nearest bus route that ran twice a week one way and once a week another in the hours I was allowed to use it around work. That concentrated the mind on shopping and menu planning, particularly as it was pre-Amazon and most online shopping.
I'm fine too! I just pulled all the hair off my brush rollers and re-organized all my make-up. Did you know you can take a knife and some tissues and reshape your lipsticks to look like new? Old toothbrushes can be used to clean around all the faucet and taps in the house and Q-tips dipped in alcohol will get in places you didn't even know existed. I had always been satisfied cleaning the lint trap in my dryer after every load, but I've found that a rag wrapped around a coat hanger will get pretty far up in the vent from the outside of the house. I did all fifteen of my jigsaw puzzles in April, time to start over! With the library closed I've been buying paperback books at the supermarket. I just finished reading a 500 page novel called, "I Invited Her In ... And She Took Everything." The protagonist was idiotic, cruel and dishonest, the plot was unbelievable and predictable. I might read it a second time, as soon as I power wash the siding again, that green slime on the north wall keeps reappearing. Yes I'm fine.
Well, I've officially cracked, which I think is early according to the quiz (bad quiz, bad bad bad). We've been snarking at each other the whole morning, and Mr. Lamb has driven off in a dudgeon.
(what exactly is a dudgeon, does anybody know? Can you get them in groups, like a two-for-one deal? I feel a need for one coming on.)
I never posted mine because I knew it was wrong. The quiz assumed I had not already cracked and I knew that I cracked about two weeks before I took the quiz. All the dates were therefore wrong.
I like the idea of Mr Lamb driving away in a dagger. I am visualizing him astride the hilt, while the blade points toward the sky at roughly a 35 degree angle.
I mowed the grass yesterday, despite the fact that it had not grown perceptibly since last time. Then I went round the edges with teensy clippers. Tomorrow I may tastefully arrange pebbles round the hebe. Then I'll go back to counting the leaves on the beech tree.
I like the idea of Mr Lamb driving away in a dagger. I am visualizing him astride the hilt, while the blade points toward the sky at roughly a 35 degree angle.
It's certainly much better than Mr. Lamb driving off in a dungeon, which is what I always thought people were saying.
I'm fine too! I just pulled all the hair off my brush rollers and re-organized all my make-up. Did you know you can take a knife and some tissues and reshape your lipsticks to look like new?
Not when a 2 year old has smeared it over herself and the sheets so it's gone down as far as the holder! That is the standard fate of any lipstick I have bought, so I have given up.
I was reflecting today, as I began to make some face-coverings, that sales of lipstick might go down if we all start having to cover our mouths in public.
I was reflecting today, as I began to make some face-coverings, that sales of lipstick might go down if we all start having to cover our mouths in public.
And if we have nowhere to go. I do put on lipstick for Zoom meetings, but those are only every couple of weeks (for church).
I think I have cracked, I have to go to the pharmacy to pick up my medication on Friday and I am really excited by the thought of going out. It feels like I am going to some great entertainment event, like a rock concert in my youth. I think I will dress up and put on make up under my mask. Truth be told I will be driving about 10 minutes from my front door and will be in the pharmacy for most likely about 3 minutes, but what the heck it is an outing other then walking the dog.
I think I have cracked, I have to go to the pharmacy to pick up my medication on Friday and I am really excited by the thought of going out.
Our garden waste bins are being emptied tomorrow for the first time in weeks. We're very excited. I also took a birthday present round to a friend yesterday and we sat in socially distanced garden chairs on her front lawn and had a chat. It felt very daring - almost naughty - and strange; the first time in weeks that I've had a prolonged conversation with someone other than Mr Nen without a screen between us.
I don't think I've cracked but maybe that's a sure sign I have.
I was supposed to crack two days ago, but I'm still here!
Lockdown has taught me that my garden was in far worse a state than I had realised. It's not a large garden, but it has provided me with hours and hours of work. Every day there are more dandelions to pull.
I actually need another ten days or so of lockdown. The house house / loft / garage / shed have been redd out; all but one cupboard and the Corner of Doom in the study. Another ten days and I think the house will be tidy for the first time since we moved in in 2003.
Helpful hint for surviving lockdown - have a really messy house, with the potential for hours / days / weeks of tidying and sorting.
I was reflecting today, as I began to make some face-coverings, that sales of lipstick might go down if we all start having to cover our mouths in public.
Indeed - and any makeup really as foundation will smear all over the mask.
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The other possibility is that cracking up will not noticeably change the quality of our hosting ...
You are wise! Besides, Ruth has our backs!
Same here, and same date.
I wonder how spectacularly I'm going to crack?
Anyone heard from Curiosity Killed since Monday?
- said meters are under four little iron lids in the pavement,
- which lids need levering up to open them;
- the gauges are a long way down, a stretched arm's length;
- the gauges all have to be cleaned to be read;
- are so far down that the only way of reading the numbers is a flash photo zoomed in,
- said iron lids are not in numerical order or anything useful,
- not all numbered (two have numbers under the lid)
- my meter seems to be broken,
- my downstairs neighbour's gauge has glass that's obscured for some reason
has been all rather more exciting than necessary.No obvious cracking then?
Of course, I have a changeable cast of carers in and out, lovely people from church bringing me a couple of meals each week, and I was mostly locked in as of early October 2018, when I had to go to a wheelchair to get around. So I'm used to it. Also, they didn't have wine on the list of beverages, and I live in the suburbs. We shall see.
And have you cracked yet? Enquiring minds...
(what exactly is a dudgeon, does anybody know? Can you get them in groups, like a two-for-one deal? I feel a need for one coming on.)
As well as a state of anger.
It's certainly much better than Mr. Lamb driving off in a dungeon, which is what I always thought people were saying.
:killingme:
And if we have nowhere to go. I do put on lipstick for Zoom meetings, but those are only every couple of weeks (for church).
And could be another species of "huff".
I even told the nurses how fabulous it was to drive up and to see them! (With my mask on, of course!)
If you can remember a time when you weren't cracked, you aren't cracked.
Our garden waste bins are being emptied tomorrow for the first time in weeks. We're very excited. I also took a birthday present round to a friend yesterday and we sat in socially distanced garden chairs on her front lawn and had a chat. It felt very daring - almost naughty - and strange; the first time in weeks that I've had a prolonged conversation with someone other than Mr Nen without a screen between us.
I don't think I've cracked but maybe that's a sure sign I have.
Lockdown has taught me that my garden was in far worse a state than I had realised. It's not a large garden, but it has provided me with hours and hours of work. Every day there are more dandelions to pull.
I actually need another ten days or so of lockdown. The house house / loft / garage / shed have been redd out; all but one cupboard and the Corner of Doom in the study. Another ten days and I think the house will be tidy for the first time since we moved in in 2003.
Helpful hint for surviving lockdown - have a really messy house, with the potential for hours / days / weeks of tidying and sorting.
Looking back over the past 2 weeks that was pretty spot on - had a b*stard of a time from then for 10 days or so
Yes; this is working well for me. Also having a very long "Books I Want To Read" list.
Indeed - and any makeup really as foundation will smear all over the mask.