The hot topics for conversation this last weekend chez tart were; Cornflake’s birthday, HB my beauty, and of course, the biggie, corona virus. Not the Corona of my youth, but the vision of a textured glass bottle of Cherryade flits through my head constantly these days.
I’ve assured Cornflake that I’ll still need and feed him come his birthday but he continues to sing the song anyway.
Cornflake is super difficult to buy gifts for. It’s best to take him along when presents are due, mainly to prevent the quite likely rejection of a gorgeous thing that I’ve chosen with care. The rejection of my gifts makes me want to punch him which isn’t conducive to birthday celebrations, so we went shopping together.
The West End was quiet as people are avoiding busy places, I rather liked it. We got a table at a roof terrace cafe and listened to music floating up from street level, it reminded me just how much I love London. Later in the day we self isolated on the sofa, reminding me just how much I love our sofa. We watched Outbreak and might do Contagion later. It appears that we are currently keeping our viewing topical, if not relaxing.
On Monday my colleagues and I will be rearranging all work so it can be delivered online.
Interesting times.
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