I’m relieved to see that my daughter is still social distancing when she goes out. She’s got her two metre eyelashes on.
For those of you who struggled with March, the good news is that there is one day less in April.
Should fly by.
I know it’s early days, but I’m impressed with the kids’ learning at home so far, both logging on to their respective sites with online feedback from the teachers. Not sure my taking the register went down well though.
Though this might be me in a few weeks.
There were definite signs of Spring out there today. Glimpses of sunshine, flowers coming through, the solar lights on tonight. Will still be pissing down weekend, mind.
I’ve heard it all now. My Mum has been given a new sleeping tablet. One of the side effects? Insomnia.
So, 2020 has arrived in the guise of a beautiful morning. I’m going to a football match this afternoon, then tonight there’s a new Doctor and a new Dracula. Not a bad start for any geeky, gothic, football fans out there. And I reckon there’ll be pizza.
I don’t know how rough I look, but four times the guy on that stall in our local shopping centre has asked me if I’ve made a will yet.
It is Michaelmas day today. I told my wife, Jen, that traditionally it is the day when you feast on goose, fattened on the stubble fields, and that if you eat goose on this day you will never lack money all year. And also, it is as said that Elizabeth I was eating goose on Michaelmas Day 1588 when she heard about the defeat of the Armada and therefore declared that everyone should eat it on this day to commemorate the victory.
My wife replied “We are having pizza.”
I’ve been watching Springwatch. Those baby chicks are just like my kids. Always got their mouths open, always wanting feeding.
I think I should have gone down the cuckoo route.
It’s only just sank in, while reading something tonight, that 1979 was FORTY years ago.
That’s a hell of a lot of sleeps.