Funnily enough, with the gyms open and the rain hacking down, we saw an usually higher number of joggers doing laps of the nature reserve when we walked the dogs this morning.I went to the gym today for the first time since mid-March. It re-opened a few days ago. Appointments must be booked, workouts are limited to one hour and the showers are off limits, as are the water coolers. Even with those restrictions, it was good to get back into the routine. I've been walking around the neighourhood during lockdown but from the perspective of cardiovascular fitness that experience pales in comparison with a brisk walk on a treadmill, at least for me. Perhaps I'm just a lazy arse who need a piece of equipment to keep me on my toes.
So, your day has looked like this...Spending money buying stock for our shop to last through until Christmas.
Eating room service Club sandwiches.
Tried to buy a chunk of the fireplace from 10500 Cielo Drive (the Sharon Tate murder house) only to find they don't ship internationally.
Watching Batchelor in Paradise (don't ask me why the fuck this is so).
Me and the Mrs and been hitting the mean streets of Cromer delivering a free magazine door to door for extra cash .. in the ghetto where life is cheap ..Today is my 3rd day back at work after my health issues and resultant surgery earlier in the year. Two days last week. Three days this week and next, then five short days for two weeks following.
With half the staff still on furlough until the end of the month we're re-arranging the workbenches in the workshop to give better spacing, and later in the week we'll be getting transparent screening fitted to them, too, so that we have a better spaced, safer for the Covid situation workplace when everyone comes back in at the start of August.
I can't do any heavy lifting or the like as (abdominal muscles still recovering), so I have largely been organising, directing and sweeping up after everyone, but after about 3 hours of that I'm shattered. So now I'm sitting doing some manual assembly work instead.
Gonna be a while before I'm anything like I was before all this, but its good to be back at work!
This looks like a traumatic scene from my childhood when fondue parties were an actual thing AND a weekly occurrence. I had an aversion to cheese at a young age after being force fed Kraft Cheese Sticks by my wicked next door neighbour. Twice a week I had to go there and wait until one of my family members arrived home. Mrs Marshall (my neighbour) was big on cheese.
It's both a fondue party and a key party. Just don't ask how I know this...This looks like a traumatic scene from my childhood when fondue parties were an actual thing AND a weekly occurrence. I had an aversion to cheese at a young age after being force fed Kraft Cheese Sticks by my wicked next door neighbour. Twice a week I had to go there and wait until one of my family members arrived home. Mrs Marshall (my neighbour) was big on cheese.
Incidentally, I have since overcome my dislike of the stuff and greedily wolf it down these days.
Good luck. I think waiting for the end of an MOT is a bit like pacing up and down outside the delivery room in a maternity ward. Both scenarios used to fill me with worry.It's MOT day tomorrow so I've spent a while tidying the banger. Found a huge array of clobber I'd forgotten was in there, like about a hundred folding seats and fifty different types of portable hand sanitiser.
Whose notebook was that?Working too much.
Further to some stuff I've talked about the terrible lot in life of Hong Kong maids: I was tutoring today and reached for the notebook I use with the student, instead picked up the notebook in which the maid is forced to write lines as a punishment. 1000 times, numbered: 'i will not violate ma'am's orders'. .