T.E.S.C.O : Day 9

Supa dupa late with this post. Yesterday was manic. Quarantine manic mind not normal manic. Somehow I managed to make one small task last an entire day. Skills. Woke up pretty early after a horrible dream where I was locked out of school completely starkers which left me feeling quite disturbed on awakening. Probably something…

SOS : Day 8

Genuinely knackered. Have pretty much replaced all walking with dancing & am utterly spent. Going to bed early, meaning hopefully before midnight, to try adjust this damn jetlag overhang. Today in a series of bullets I cooked. Oh my giddy aunt. Finally! Did it as soon as I got up to get it out the…

Hola Barry: Day 7

Got up sub noon for first time today at 10.45 am & felt undeservedly like an absolute hero. C’mon Jadey!! So much so, I for some reason felt it desirable & indeed necessary, despite the minimum 3 week house-arrest, to attack all items on my to-do list simultaneously. At one point I had one call…

Cocoon: Day 5

Feeling genuine disgust with myself. I am able bodied, I am healthy & I have nothing but free time. Sure I am doing my bit by staying indoors & isolating but I am not actively helping. Today my friend Miriam posted an NHS job advert in a group chat for temporary admin services at Addenbrookes…

Tinder reunion : Day 4

Slow day. Got up marginally earlier but am still in my PJ’S so says it all really. Though it is Sunday so give me a break. Spoke to my Mum for Mothers Day & beat her in an assortment of online games whilst she drank some vino from the emergency supply pack I gifted her….

Dear St. Valentine…

I find myself single again this Valentines day but for the first time I won’t be pouring myself a large glass of self pity pinot. I am single firmly by choice. I ain’t even looking. Not really. I’m “on the apps” sure, but it’s gonna take a hella hunk to pin this sister down I’m…

5. Grape Expectations.

Right where were we, oh that’s right back in Majorca, and it’s my sister’s 29th birthday. My sister goes by Woozy Boos, which is my mum’s doing. I was nicknamed Woody as a child, for no logical reason, and things escalated from there. Anyway. A 29th birthday apparently means only one thing in my goofy…