Lockdown Diary - Saturday 25th April 2020
Shopping. Washing (x3). Breakfast. Cut the grass. Trim the unruly bushes ('get down, Shep!'). Assist in making lunch. Eat lunch. Wash car. That's something I'd never normally do, wash the car, Always take it somewhere and get done. Or rather, I did. When I went shopping I noticed a yellow sheen on the bonnet, I'm guessing it's probably Saharan sand. Anyway, enough is enough and I'm going to wash it. I have asked for assistance, just to speed up the process, however the request appears to have fallen on deaf ears. Take that back! Mid-way through the process I did get some assistance after all, though not a fully-fledged assistant, my son's attire - dressing gown and pyjamas (AT 4PM, FFS!) - didn't permit further involvement. I could have asked him to get changed, but by the time he'd have been ready to help I'd've been able to dry the car with my eyelashes. (N.B. Just to be clear, I actually dried it with a chamois (or rather a n...