Another Duvet Day

It’s all a bit overcast today the weather and my mood that is! Woke at 04:30 and simply couldn’t get back to sleep so spent a 2hrs filling an online basket with a new summer wardrobe only to not bother purchasing anything at the end as there are too many variables to the end of this summer 1) I will stick to my new diet and exercise regime and drop a few pounds. 2) I will get depressed and eat myself to the size of the house. 3) The kids will eat all of the food so I will starve myself thin. 4) I will get Coronavirus and not be able to eat so get thin. 5) Get Coronavirus and die really won’t need a new wardrobe for that. My money is on No.2!

The new gate worked a treat…..NOT, I let the dogs up the garden, they ran straight to the gate saw their escape route blocked turned right, headed under the hedge and Fox Trot Oscared into the orchard, so I headed down the hill in my pjs wishing I had a gun (I don’t mean that I love them dearly)

Didn’t get dressed until 15:30 this gives you some idea how much energy I had today, I tried a bit of homeschooling with Fabe but he simply wasn’t playing ball so told him he was going back to school tomorrow if he didn’t pull his socks up, he simply said GOOD and told me he didn’t have any socks on anyway….I had no comebacks today.

Eventually I had to go into work so did wash and dress although there’s no one to see me so needn’t have bothered really. I drove through the ghost towns to the shop only passing a handful of cars wondering why the hell were people wearing masks or gloves to drive cars only they were in? Once in the shop I wandered around blankly for a while not knowing where to start eventually I got my scissors on the go and rustled up three tributes for separate funerals and wrote heartbreaking messages from loved ones who won’t be attending the services so that didn’t really cheer me up!

Breakfast was toast, lunch toast and dinner….well I didn’t make it or it would have been toast instead it was enchiladas and nachos and not bad but Millie needs to work on her presentational it looked like the sort of meal an angry dinner lady flung at your plate as you trudged past in a line gripping your plate for grim death, hoping you weren’t the Wally of the week that drops their dinner in the school canteen and gets a roar of laughter from your fellow inmates….you can tell I’ve been that wally!

I was the first day of Giz’s weeks holiday he celebrated by sleeping the entire day waking only when I left the house and to eat his dinner , he kept his eyes open long enough to watch Superman for 500th time. By the time I came home at 20:00 I had a killer headache and not being able to face superman again, after food it was my turn to sleep………right round until 6am a new PB!