This week I’ve been driving to the university to grade work, physical artefacts that were submitted in late November, just before we were locked out. Due to lock down I needed permission from three sets of people to get access to it.
COVID world.
On the way to finish up this morning I saw an enormous pile of manure in a field. I’ve never seen a bigger pile of shit. It steamed in the chilly mist. I was speaking to Knitty hands free at the time and momentarily, quite lost my train of thought.
Our conversation mostly centred around plans for a visit the moment we are vaccinated. This trip would be almost exclusively to compare lockdown sale purchases. Many of these beauties are sitting unworn in our wardrobes and need some appreciation. Our husbands don’t achieve the level of excitement that we believe our new stuff deserves. We quickly got back on conversational track, zoom won’t do, it must be an actual meeting. Important as this meeting will be, neither of us is up for risking a potentially life threatening illness to attend it. We will have to wait. Another COVID disappointment to add to the list.
When I got home Cornflake was watching the news from Trump’s America, more steaming shit, different locale.
Not as useful or as picturesque.
fat tart 