I thought I’d been extremely lucky with the Covid situation – being in New Zealand and having limited lockdown restrictions and low risk of catching it, plus The Oldies being well shielded and kept safe – but I think the after-effects are starting to bite.
I’ve always been unspectacularly dull, and OK with that. If I were in Reservoir Dogs I’d be Mr Beige. You won’t find me in the kitchen at parties, because I likely won’t have gone in the first place. I don’t do spontaneous or extrovert. Mr Cellophane, as they sang in Chicago.
However I’ve realised since Covid I’ve got worse; I’m now in semi-permanent lockdown. I go out for shopping, the odd meal or to earn money for dog treats and wine. The rest of the time I’d prefer to stay at home with Wor Lass and my doggo. Since 2019 we’ve had 2 nights away from the house.
The weekly Skype session with The Oldies must be so tedious for them, I’ve got so little to tell them. “Ooh yes I’ve started a new tube of toothpaste AND shampoo, big week!”. Even the blog is little more than funny cartoons these days.
In fairness having the dog undergo surgery and having to learn two new work environments in three months has taken up a fair bit of energy this year, however I’m going to have to give myself a slap and organise something fun and give myself something to report.
Plus I’m totally making things up; I didn’t really start a new shampoo this week. Sorry about that.
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