Its Day 15 of the lockdown and the kitchen is finished. Mater survived the kitchen painting process with only medium level complaining about it. Her balance was surprising good after a while on the paint cans. But then falling off a lot does sharpen up the reflexes. Her list of jobs for me now include:
- Cleaning the kitchen cupboards
- Putting up the pictures (no! not there! Make it higher and more central)
- Putting up other pictures (no! that’s too high – you can’t see it. Do it properly)
- Rearranging the furniture in the kitchen
- Putting the furniture back
- Bathing the dogs (no I know…)
I may not survive all of this – I know Mater won’t… I’m dreading her moving onto another cell in the Stalag.
However, we are managing to stay positive during the time we’re under lockdown. A highlight was getting an 8 letter word on Countdown (canniest thank you so much for asking). I did a lap of the living room in celebration. Shot down in flames though on the numbers round. C’est la vie. Or just an inability to remember a times table.
Mater is keeping herself busy planning nice days out for us – for next week. I keep telling her we’ll be in lockdown for the next month at least but she’s not listening. Probably can’t face the horror of it all, staying at home with her nearest and dearest. It’s enough to drive you screaming to the demon drink (if I wasn’t already there…)
Remember people this too will pass. Stay safe and well and I’ll see you on the other side.