Fun

You have to get your fun where you can, and at the moment fun options are limited.

My new keyboard has arrived and it lights up in rainbow colours, it’s a veritable disco of a keyboard. The colours match with my screensaver of Cornflake walking through a graffitied tunnel along the canal at Camden. I’m sure that I would have enjoyed it under any circumstance but probably not this much.

Cornflake is not a handyman, he won’t mind me saying as it is an undeniable truth. Thankfully I am a bit handy. There was drama and angst earlier as he started poking about under the kitchen sink because water wouldn’t drain away. I was filled with trepidation. I remembered that my mother would unblock the sink with soda crystals and boiling water. We have no soda crystals but we do have boxes of dishwasher tabs. I stepped away from my computer, unwrapped a load of tabs, crushed them a bit and poured boiling water on them. It took only minutes for the very satisfying burble of the blockage clearing. This incident was possibly even more exciting than the arrival of the groovy keyboard.

I’ve not yet missed a day of going for my daily allowed exercise, a walk of 45 mins ish usually straight after finishing work. I know this is not enough, work at home is so sedentary. I’ve down loaded loads of free exercise classes from one of my many tv packages. I managed about 5 minutes of yoga last night, I will endeavour to do better.

Do you remember how ripped John Connor’s mum gets in the second Terminator movie? She managed that while imprisoned in a secure psychiatric hospital. Yes, alright, I know it’s just a movie, but I like to imagine I could do that. Yes, I know it’s unlikely. Really I’m aiming not to end this confinement looking like Goldie Hawn wearing a fat suit in Death Becomes Her. I like a plan.

Do you think I’m watching too many movies?

Well, like I said, you’ve got to get your fun wherever you can these days.