Day 1 - Lockdown - There go the Crazies

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DAY 1 Lockdown.
Working from home - laptop on cookery books

 After working from home for a week already there were tears by 11. I've started to crack. The Little Lodger returns at lunchtime for 5 days of #stayhome. Within 2 hours there are cries of 'I can't do this'. By 4 the bottle of wine was opened, we started singing choir pieces, Disney and show tunes, hunting for lost phones, followed by curry and films on the sofa as we flumped with exhaustion from worry. The end of the day was so crazy we think we may vlog this crazy. Its day 1. We may not make it. #theregothecrazies

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