This pandemic has made me see men in a different way. This morning I saw an attractive man using sanitiser in the correct way, outside the supermarket: it's the new sexy. If, in the early days, he had been a hunter/gatherer of toilet paper as well, I would have introduced myself and proposed. Anyone who visits and doesn't go straight in for a kiss but simulates blowing a kiss from a distance is also highly prized. Also a man who suggests going for a walk and social distancing at the same time would be considered marriageable in my book.
My water filter man arrived to change the filters (as you might have guessed, I'm one of those opposed to the chemicals added to the water). He likes to chat and he's a conspiracy theorist from way back. There were three filters in need of changing, so in three different locations he told me his conspiracy theories about the virus. Halfway through I think I tuned out. If even some of his theories were correct, it was too depressing to contemplate. I like to think of Covid as one of the many viruses, created by nature, doing their damage every now and then disappearing a la Trump ( his belief , even though he's been proved wrong, as there are now over 90,000 deaths in USA).
I've also become quite the entertainer since we're allowed visitors now. I am working my way through a new cookbook and actually enjoying taking my time to properly read the instructions and using the correct ingredients as I sip upon my Negroni. I've enjoyed the Jerusalem cookbook as it has so many different herbs and spices that I haven't used before. The daughter has taken to lighting the brazier at night for cocktail hour and we've been staying outdoors as long as we can before it gets too cold. The thought of the 6 months winter we've already had in Europe combining with another 4-5 months here has inspired us to spend every minute we can outdoors with the pretence that we're warmish even though we are rugged up and almost on top of the fire.
I even ventured as far away as Rozelle on Saturday in hunter mode, gathering #BelleFleur chocolates, my favourites, that I haven't had since last February. I rang on the dot at nine a.m.to see if they had reopened; they said they hadn't ever closed! So chocolates are an essential service! Of course they are! Women in quarantine would need their estrogen, happy hormone laced chocolate supply. Had I known that, I would have headed there straight after hotel quarantine. I am allowed one chocolate only if I've been creative. So far it seems to be working. That incentive got me to write this blog after three days absence because of the heavy entertaining schedule over the weekend.
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