31st March 2020. Working from home, David’s Diary Entry
Lockdown Holidays
We must be the only people in the UK who have had to take a
week’s holiday when most of the rest of the country gets a free one. For M it was a case of take the last of your
hols before the new ones start in April or lose them.
Despite the sunshine I have to say I am already fed up of
our lockdown holiday. For some reason M,
has taken over the hoovering. Granted I tend to do a half arsed job, but she has
gone completely over the top.
No sooner do I get sat down in front of the TV than she is
there telling me to lift my feet up. I have lifted them up so many times my
stomach muscles feel like I have been to the gym. Sadly my six pack will be
hidden under the extra two stone I will put on over the next few weeks. Still at
least it’s a bit of exercise.
It really does annoy me though. hoovering has always been my
domain and with her taking over, it means I no longer have an excuse for a
cuppa and a biscuit afterwards. Another bit of freedom gone. I really can’t
wait for this to be over.
Rather worryingly we are now at the stage of saying things
like “someone has left a mess on the kitchen worktop”, or “someone has eaten
all the biscuits”? Seeing as there are only 2 of us here, it seems to be
a polite form of argument to me. Still it could be worse and I will only start
to worry, if she replaces the “someone” with TW@T, or designs a patio with a
large hole under it!
In general today has been a bit stressful and started off
badly. I was just about to get out of
bed and while sitting up just happened to say my throat was a bit dry. I meant
because I had probably been snoring, but I did not get to expand on that.
Quick as a flash M had me on my back and began wrestling my
mouth open to have a look. That’s the trouble with marrying country lasses who
know how to handle sheep, they are way too handy at tipping you over for a
checkup. Much as she would have done
with an old ewe she expertly, and I have to say rather roughly forced my mouth
open, examined me and then released me. It's a good job I didn't say I had a temperature that's for sure!
As the house now permanently looks like we are expecting
friends round I made myself a cuppa and retreated to my shed for some peace. I
did of course make sure I left a ring of tea on the kitchen worktop just out of
badness. As you would expect such an act of wanton annoyance was repaid by
finding the half packet of biscuits I had smuggled out and hidden here had partly
been eaten my mice. I was sorely tempted
to just eat the good ones, but that was cut short by M arriving.
All she said was “grass cutter”. I said “sorted, bad
connection” and off she went. I think she is suspicious though. Not to worry I have a plan to get around her by offering to do the shopping... well I am out of treats really but it gets me in her good books to offer.
No Celebrity Antiques Road Trip tonight, instead I booked a
slot at 9.00pm to watch Forged in Fire. Moira watched it too and loves it – she
is talking about us getting a forge so things are looking up as I would never have dared put in a request for one.
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