My levels of gratitude for my health etc are diminishing as my levels of lock down pissed-offitude rise. I’ve tried having a word with myself, I wouldn’t listen, it hasn’t helped. I recognise that the good of the community outweighs my belligerence but those perky bastards with their keep calm and whatever attitude really piss me off. Optimism in the face of dangerous levels of ineptitude leaves me hurling abuse at the tv nightly.
Every week my colleagues meet via video conference, same time, same day and obviously same location. It’s apparent in these meetings that although we all have challenges in this current situation, I’m the only one who isn’t up beat about it all. The only one getting ready to get out there as soon as this ne’er do well government says I can. Ready to work, shop, eat and drink. I’ll be saturated head to foot in hand sanitiser, wearing a home made mask, looking like a twat, or cheapskate bank robber, I’ll let you decide.
I made a mask out of a sock earlier. It’s as good as you might expect. Shit.
I was behind a Muslim woman in the queue outside Sainsbury’s today. It occurred to me that her cover all get up was rather sensible, perfect even. I almost asked her where she got it.
Anyhow I’m beginning to wonder if it’s an actual government policy. Don’t have a plan, carry on doing fuck all of use, keep everyone shut in until they’d happily die rather than stay home another minute.
Or perhaps I’m just having another bad lockdown day, a touch of lockdownitis.
I refuse to think it’s just me, I’m sure it’s not, in fact I have proof.
Last time I had a LoDo rant this is what Goodly said…
I feel you Auntie Fat Tart! How strange that I also had a day like that yesterday. Lack of enthusiasm about ANY of the dozen decorating jobs I’ve started, no drive, no energy, every person I live with getting on my tits for different reasons. Irritable to the max. Didn’t want to cook, walk, cycle, paint things, clear up after anybody, do my patchwork, my plants didn’t even get a watering. Didn’t even really want a glass of wine. Feck it. Maybe it was the weather? Suns out again today, am already feeling decidedly more perky! Xx
Bless.
I wonder if at the end of lockdown the entire country will put down their decorating tools and wander off. The detritus of abandoned home improvement projects left to stand as monuments to a time when an enforced and lengthy staycation drove millions to crafting and painting.
fat tart 