I don’t have any teacakes in the house. Reading the article in The Scotsman this morning about how losing weight is one thing some of us could do to help with fighting Coronovirus should we catch it, I have to be glad. The shelf life of a box of teacakes in this house is short.
Yesterday saw the submission of version three of the wip and – Drumroll! it caught the editor’s eye.
This morning saw the updating of all the house’s calendars to 1st August. What will I fret about now? Really sorry to see the number of new virus cases creeping up again and very sorry for all the people deprived of their religious festival and its social side. Two of my writer friends are again in lockdown with all that means. Nature triumphing.
DH played a croquet friendly yesterday. We did have the lawns booked for our annual family party, but of course, wasn’t to be. Did some REAL shopping and bought a bundle of birthday cards, a pressie and some soap for me. Am now wandering around wafting ‘minted fennel with nettle’. Delightful. Exposed our surplus garlic on the garden wall for any takers: a whole bulb arrives weekly from Hellofresh and I’ll never use it all.
Any absurdities in your ‘virus annals’?
Anne
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