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 for food so give her some kitty crack to cheer her up. She's almost toothless but gives fierce gumming when stirred.
5.30 wave was excellent. 3 of us chatted and I was reminded that Lockdown is pretty lonely for those not online. Felt humbled quickly. Enjoy the birdsong on daily walk, avoiding people legitimately. Arse is wobbling more than last week. Find a special gift from Bengal at home to show love/ambivalence/ownership. Do more washing.
Saved bumble bee! saved bumble bee! Drowning in soaking bowl (t-shirt with curry damage). Massive bee climbs on my hand and shakes it, shakes it (like a polaroid picure) then buzzes off. Little Lodger terrified. Not keen on sp*ders either.  Should have asked about that at viewing.  Feel victorious in my species saving skills.
Delicious dinner and then most hilarious games night ensues. Laugh so hard nearly have asthma attack.  Most ridiculous game of charades on the planet. Little Lodger names every film in Star Wars franchise that she totally made up and don't exist. George Lucas is safe. I have lots of pointy hats in my clues. Little Lodger does great impression of luggage. Sing  80s music and learn ancient pop  dance moves on You Tube to Electric Youth. Fat arse wobble continues.

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