The second person in the UK to receive the new Covid-19 virus is called William Shakespeare, from Warwickshire. Just how long has he been waiting?
We are in the middle of a pandemic, we are on our second national lockdown, but the biggest disappointment of 2020 so far is last night’s sprouts.
Reports are breaking tonight that another lockdown is imminent, maybe up until December 1st.
In the bleak midwinter . . .
I’ve had emails beginning ‘Dear Mr Curves’, ‘Hey Stud!’ and ‘Have you ever thought of being a model?’
Even my spam mail is taking the piss.
I’ve just read about a guy in Thailand who keeps the helmets of motorcyclists who have been killed in crashes. “I collect their scent.”
I guess we all need a hobby.
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.