Yippee – I’ve lost 2lbs!! I am now only 1.5 pounds away from losing four stone which is absolutely fantastic. I rewarded myself, clearly using women’s logic according to Dave, with a couple of slices of the most delicious toast ever – also known as sliced white! At least it wasn’t like the old days where I would reward myself with fish, chips, wine and a box of chocolates.
Right, come on milkman – what exactly do you want me to do as this has become some sort of a doorstep Russian Roulette. I am usually very good at following the rules and I thought the agreement was that you leave the milk and provisions then take away the empties that I’ve left.
Sometimes we get a crate (which is good) but other times it’s all just left in the step (which is bad). On the lemonade bottles that you brought, it says to return them but you’re leaving them where they are so all the neighbours will know I’ve drunk it all with my vodka! I’ll give you until Monday and see but they may be destined for the recycling bin to avoid any more shame!
I’ve been putting off calling the bank to reset my banking app on my new phone but it has reached crisis point today as I need to check a few things. I was on the phone to the very patient lady as Dave was yelling in the background that the “shower is free” and “did I want to jump on the scales as they were weighing light today”!! At least it gave the lady a bit of a laugh – I’m guessing that she hears all kinds of conversations in her job.
Here we go again! WTF – Donald Trump has alleged that he has seen evidence the virus was generated in a Wuhan (note, not Wigan!) laboratory. Now, I have no idea if that is true or not but the fact that he is breaking away from the advice of his advisors – the clue’s in the name, Donald – and potentially causing massive security issues really is a shocker.
Michael O’Leary was on the TV this morning so my heckles were already rising. However, for once, he was talking lots of sense. How can we social distance in a plane or even getting to the plane without it massively increasing the costs? Perhaps all the whiny people who are still insisting on taking their holidays after furlough won’t have anywhere to go after all.
I’m not even sure how we’ll achieve social distancing in a restaurant, a pub or even on public transport to get us to work but the next few months will prove this one way or the other. May be we will soon have queuing systems similar to fair grounds with extra cost fast track.
I had a much better day in work today and have been extended for 4 weeks until the end of May. The rolling month-on-month approach is a bit unsettling but it’s better than a poke in the eye with a stick, as they say!
The Housework was ok today and I cooked a lovely chilli whilst tidying up the kitchen. I’m sure it wouldn’t have met the health & safety standards but it was more of a tickle than a deep clean.
I also followed Dave’s guidance on how he manages to be so quick at the ironing and did said ironing in the demonstrated slap dash way. It was really messing with my OCD but then I remembered that we are not going out anywhere so I don’t have to worry about having to say, “You’re not coming out with me dressed like that, Wurzel!”
One of my loveliest friends has been a little bit worried about me with my lockdown diary as she has spotted that I am panicking quite a lot plus I’m terrified of contracting it or, even worse, losing somebody very close to me as a result of it. She’s not wrong! When I started doing this diary, I did set out for it to be mildly amusing but also wanted it to be truthful as there was no point pretending in these turbulent times. I promise you that I am absolutely fine – I’m not depressed – just a little bit up and down on this rollercoaster but mainly up. Most definitely mainly up.
I’ve done a great job for many years of hiding behind this mask of everything is fine and I’m in control but, like so many people, I’m often on the edge and suffer with imposter syndrome. We all do it so I know that I am in fantastic company. It doesn’t make me crazy – just normal and incredibly honest.
As you have probably gathered from other comments, I am not a big fan of psychobabble self-help books. However, I did particularly enjoy reading Sarah Knight’s best selling book, The Life Changing Magic of not giving a F**k as it was a very good practical guide.
Now, whether this just happened to coincide with me hitting 50, but I did use some of the techniques in it to sort out the wheat from the chaff, as it were, as I had found myself doing lots of things that I felt obliged to rather than what I really wanted to.
It has made me realise that, now I have all this time to do things, the reason why I haven’t mastered skipping and other such things is because I don’t want to. They are just not in my “budget”. It’s still always good fun having things like this on my list but, let’s be honest, I really could’ve done it had I chosen to.
I was surprised to hear the the first part of Meghan’s case has been lost (or at least not won) after the judge ruled against parts of her claim that were presented in pre-court hearing. I’m glad celebrity does not seem to influence the UK courts.
My Parallel Universe: Family dinner with the Wigan – not Wuhan (LOL!) – contingent. It’s been one of the upsides of Facebook and I love getting together with everyone.
My List: We watched the Blood finale which was a gripping feature length episode and I can honestly say that I never saw that coming. Friday night wouldn’t be Friday night without Modern Family so we squeezed in a couple of episodes of that too.
My Lowlight: Oh crap, I forgot it was my turn to sort out the lottery and it just completely slipped my mind. I tried to buy them for Tuesday but the site was shut about 10pm!!! Shut?? It’s a website! I will have to make sure I don’t forget tomorrow.
My Highlight: Oh, what joy as my girlie holiday to St Lucia has been moved and confirmed for March 2021. Oh I do hope it is not cancelled or postponed again. That will help get through the next few weeks when I am bombarded with memories of where I was this time last year.
