I was late back from work and the boys were wondering about dinner. Hence the stares.
F is the Covid isolation jigsaw-champ.
The boy's (re-christened Bubba-and-squeak for the duration) aren't too impressed at the furniture rearrangements necessary for the great isolation jigsaw party.
The music (Joy Division‽) is ready, yes only whole albums and selected at random. No skips allowed.
Obviously it would be completely wrong to have a party in such circumstances, which is why this isn't a party. It's wine and cheese.
Dear Interwebz, anyone know the right proportion of red cabbage to squeak? Looks like we might be heading for 10:1.
Yes, a triple jabbed (2 ⨉ AstraZeneca + a Pfizer Booster), Covid locked down Christmas. Déjà vu.
Restrictions in Wales, Northern Ireland and Scotland. Yet not in England.
"It’s the lies that make you want to kill yourself…”
The Dispossessed, Ursula K. Le Guin
An unexpected treat. Thanks H!
In the bleak mid-winter.
Escaping to give Positive H some space to isolate.
Happy Birthday Little F
If any more evidence were needed that this has been a topsey-turvey year; the tree went up before F's birthday.
That looks perfectly normal to me.
Today I was in a meeting with five other people. 3 were working from home. 3 were in 3 different offices. That's the first time we've had more than 1 person calling in from the office. Given all the other news today, it'll also likely be the last for a while…
Ewok wanted to know where everybody had gone. Back to London in their Range Rovers thought Yogi.
Every December we try and get away for a couple of days. This year was celebrating twenty-four with Lovely Fay.