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Day 6 Lockdown. Corona Clock Down.

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As I dream of cakes and washing my hands, enjoying the moments of sleep forgetfulness before another day in lockdown. Hear shuffling noise. Cue instant joy knowing that the feline is gracing me with her presence. Reach out to fuss her - greeted by yakking cat; pink tongue protruding, looking throttled. I am gifted one Sunday morning hairball on the bed and a 'feed me now' meow. Get up and make tea. .... Puft that am awake AND being productive by 8.30 on Sunday. (yeah, lay ins!) Nagging feeling something is not right and 10 minutes later realise clocks went forward. Go back to bed with tea and compensatory hot cross buns. Little Lodger and I scoff lunch compare notes on the times we had anaesthetic and what a hoot that was. Lodger wins with bone cruncher of a story. Inwardly gag. Am always aware how relieved I am that the Little Lodger and I get on (my youthful outlook clearly). It's only been a month and these are strange times. Especially to be locked up with s
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Day 3 Lockdown - Moment of Horror

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Following a moment of absolute horror before bedtime last night (cat vomit on the shampooed carpet) and my late night wailing along to Gareth Malone's tuition on Youtube, today had to start better. Radio 2, lappie at the ready and calls with my team. I post Judy Garland's glorious toe-tapper 'Get Happy' on social media - too late realising that the song mentions preparing for judgement day quite a few times. Could this be seen as inciting paranoia? I worry that my aspirations to be a social media celebrity could be thwarted at an early stage. Feeling focussed on work...but the Little Lodger is unsettled as the current societal implications take their toll. Much chivvying along and a promise she can faff my hair later helps. Tea break highlights farty smell in the kitchen - amazing how coriander can turn so vile. Fuss the cat to eat tuna but she avoids it knowing it's laced with medicine. Solid working through afternoon interspersed with procrastinating about the c
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Day 4 Lockdown (or is 5?) Corona Corona.

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Days are blurring into each other marked by the rising of the sun (why the heck am I waking even earlier than when I travel to work - maybe I'm allergic), a cat that tramples me for food, kitchen cleans and worry that every cough, sniff and ache is Corona. Awake to positive cheers about my diaries. V.pleased. Inwardly plan a TV show where I never need to leave my house and people laud my slovenly decline. Hosted by a stylish presenter whos fabulous and inane...she might be called Davina. Oh wait. Things are starting to slip. I give the feline overlord breakfast in bed and she then burrows under the duvet like a train pushing through snow. That's the last I've seen of her. Must check bed for crumbs.... Seems all too easy to forget that we are in extraordinary circumstances. News today has been grim with deaths on the rise and cities mass emergency planning coming into realisation - a first in many lifetimes. In news, Boris has tested positive, makes a change fr
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Day 5 Lockdown. Windy Wheeze.

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Awoke at some point in the night to the sound of a muffled and very disgruntled meow. Fuzzy memory of turning and pushing a large lump of duvet over the edge of the bed..... pretty sure kitty went with it - thank goodness for super king duvets which hopefully softened the shove. Have another fuzzy moment as people seem to like the ol' diary - then remember have a fun day of housework (How in a crisis where I'm housebound do I still have housework at weekends?)- again and so proceed to procrastinate instantly, Take a cycle ride out with the Little Lodger as part of our exercise/boredom regimen. Both wildly optimistic and I don exercise lycra especially - then realise that lycra is more transparent than I thought and hope I made a good pant choice today. Ten mins in secretly think that this isn't our best plan. Wind slaps us in the face (actual wind, not our own) and start to worry that wheezing means Corona virus is only a breath away. Return home trying not to fal
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Day 7 Lockdown. Holiday feels.

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Made it through week 1. Could sleep for England. Super tired and feel like been on the razzle-dazzle. Must be the biscuits. Or beer. Or tea. Or cheese. Eating so much could well be a new species of whale when I emerge from this (on the plus the pantry will have been thoroughly cleaned out). Remarks about zoonotic transfer are no longer lost on me. Glorious sunshine but the kitchen robot (Spawn of Satan) tells me it's going to rain. So naturally, hang out linen in hope. It rains. Have a running joke with weather team at work that it rains every time I take any leave. Even at short notice. Every. Single.Time. Last year one of the forecasters binned off all the hi-tech gadgets and just asked when I'd booked leave. Best not be off still on St. Swithins day or we'll all be buggered for 40 days. Hit up the kitchen for breakfast. Cupboards are prepared for Armageddon as standard but must remember to label the flour. Yorkshire pud tonight was some claggy, sodden heap th
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Day 2 - Lockdown A wave a day....

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Like a game of Where's Wally - Credit needed.  After yesterday's mid-morning meltdown I took I it easier on myself. Emails and calls, followed by some essential self preservation and a food shop. The morning had been quiet and the Little Lodger and I ventured to Lidl. It was nearly empty with everyone pausing to let people past (except those standing apart in middle of the store 'distancing' but actually causing a bottleneck of close proximity). There was tension and undercurrent with one shopper being evicted for being.. Well, a dick frankly. But overall, shopping was a space of...... Space. Home to mowing the lawn and pondering whether the neighbours would respond to my note suggesting a 5.30 pm wave and a holler across the streets. I have no faith. At 5.30 on the dot something miraculous happened. They all came out to say hello and introduce themselves. It made my little event ego shine. After a few minutes chat we all went inside pledging to do it again. I hav
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Day 8 Lockdown. Stay in, save lives (and bees)

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Awake to a glorious day and feel ok but a little irritable, if someone were to blink I might kill them. Seem to recall connecting foot to cat while asleep. Still meowing for food so take it we're on terms. Day improves much after work.  Glorious sunny late lunch in garden where I take the opportunity to tell Little Lodger that digital food thermometers can't be washed. Thrifty thoughts on how I can reuse the rice drying it out. Taking staying in seriously and wonder why ever went out. Delivery arrives while getting changed. Hope curtains fully shut or we're both in for an entirely different Corona Crisis. Delicious lunch, Inspection of parcel brings forth the tiniest kitchen plunger known to Tonka-town. Not brave enough to send back. Think it's cunning sales ploy by evil conglomerate. Feel productive - start to sand picnic table. End with face full of dust and cough. Instant Corona anxiety. Do we have enough Corona left to settle the dust I swallowed? Bengal begs f
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