Happy Days
Posted: April 8th, 2021, 4:40 pm
I’m in my study this morning, pottering. My wife calls up “I’m going out for a walk with Carol.” That’s not her real name. Her real name is Sue.
“OK see you later” I shout back. That’s fine: I’ll make myself a nice fresh coffee in about half an hour and sit quietly in the warm kitchen munching on prunes. Lovely.
Ten minutes later the doorbell rings and I hear female voices on the doorstep: my wife and Carol conversing. The door remains open and the conversing continues. Why don’t they go off for the walk I was promised? A cold damp miasma starts curling around my ankles from the open door. The conversing continues. Now I can hear more voices. I am summoned. It is another couple who were just passing and stopped by to say hello. Now that households can mix outside, my wife invites them in to have coffee on the patio.
They all troop through the kitchen, giving me coffee orders, and settle down on the patio. I then spend the next 20 minutes juggling with a bunch of small coffee pots, hot milk, biscuits, macaroons etc and once they are all sated, I join them on the patio with the dregs of the now lukewarm coffee pot on the patio. A cold, damp, biting artic blast drills its way into my bones, and I listen to talk of vaccines, second vaccines, hospital appointments, scans, Chris Witty, blood clots and root canal treatment.
Bring Back Lockdown
“OK see you later” I shout back. That’s fine: I’ll make myself a nice fresh coffee in about half an hour and sit quietly in the warm kitchen munching on prunes. Lovely.
Ten minutes later the doorbell rings and I hear female voices on the doorstep: my wife and Carol conversing. The door remains open and the conversing continues. Why don’t they go off for the walk I was promised? A cold damp miasma starts curling around my ankles from the open door. The conversing continues. Now I can hear more voices. I am summoned. It is another couple who were just passing and stopped by to say hello. Now that households can mix outside, my wife invites them in to have coffee on the patio.
They all troop through the kitchen, giving me coffee orders, and settle down on the patio. I then spend the next 20 minutes juggling with a bunch of small coffee pots, hot milk, biscuits, macaroons etc and once they are all sated, I join them on the patio with the dregs of the now lukewarm coffee pot on the patio. A cold, damp, biting artic blast drills its way into my bones, and I listen to talk of vaccines, second vaccines, hospital appointments, scans, Chris Witty, blood clots and root canal treatment.
Bring Back Lockdown