A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A QUARANTINER IN ENGLAND,
(not to be confused with a concertina or squeeze bag)
10.00AM Arose for breakfast
11.00AM
Sorted through all the mails from Banks asking how I am getting on and
then telling me that the interest rates are going down. Doesn’t bother
me because I have no money to brag about unlike some world politicians
making PEP EQUIPMENT.
1.00 P.M. Drove to Alnmouth golf
club/beach for regular exercise and was stopped by the POLICE when ready
to return and this is how the conversation went
What are you doing here.
Been Exercising.
Where do you live.
Alnwick.
How log did it take you to get here.
The recommended Government time of 5 minutes driving before exercising.
You were obviously speeding because the distance is 7 miles. Here is a SPEEDING TICKET AND TAKE IT HOME WITH YOU NOW.
4.00 P.M. Arrived back to Alnwick Sainsbury’s Supermarket.
Joined the queue.
Needed
to perfect a skill that STEPHEN GREY taught me some time ago and asked
other people in the queue to join me for Line Dancing. It is a bit
difficult without music but THE TURN did not show up. Better luck
tomorrow.
5.00 P.M. Arrived home for a well earned coffee ready to tackle
The
Daily Telegraph KILLER SUDOKU. Must practice, because due to the
lockdown and no athletic activity have heard that Sudoku is likely to
become an OLYMPIC event next year.
6.00 P.M. Into the TV
armchair to fast-forward the NEWS and have a meaningful conversation
with a FEMALE about love and romance but alas, ALEXA’S batteries have run
out and she doesn’t answer me - where have I heard that before?
6.15
P.M. Watching television for the rest of the evening. Fortunately for
me, with old age comes lack of memory. Just as well because the TV
stations are in their element with repeats of repeats.
MIDNIGHT. Time for bed.
Hope you are all well and look forward to seeing you before too long.
Stay safe.
