Still no symptoms. I think I might have been lucky. New symptoms have emerged such as loss of taste and smell, neither of which I have. I text my gf to mention them and she has them both. We self diagnose her with hay fever. She hasn't got the telltale cough. She took herself off for testing just in case but they're only testing people who've just got back from O/S. Really?
People in Oz have been seen lunching in close proximity with friends in the CBD. ScoMo, as we call our PM, (not without a hint of sarcasm), stuffed up tonight with a cringeworthy, rambling speech of what we should and shouldn't do. Now everyone's confused. Ten for a funeral, 5 for a wedding. A joke going around is: What do you call a group of 20 ? Two weddings and a funeral. And he mentioned the 30 min appointment at the hairdressers. Really? Is it about politicians being concerned about their wives not being able to have their roots coloured and there were fearful? As well they should be. What do women do when depressed? Go for a counselling and revamp session with their hairdresser. It's how we survive and if that doesn't happen, the world as men know it would fall apart.
The daughter discovers the joy of coloured pencils and begins to draw. After completing two drawings she declares she might have an online exhibition. I walk myself into her picture and suggest I could do nibblies and drinks. I suggest we dress up for the occasion, then realise I only have my two pairs of jeans and two jumpers. Her partner looks at us as if we're crazy. The daughter suggests I sugar wax my legs instead (they have taken a turn for the worst I have to admit). I am initiated into the agony of the sugar wax stripping of most of the roots of hairs I have nurtured since childhood. The pain is immense but after a while you forget it as you become obsessed with getting every last hair (must google how this can be).
The daughter has bought a jar of haricot beans as she needed a glass container to make her pickled onions (oh yes, we are a hive of domestic creations here) and they were the cheapest. She finds a recipe for the beans and hands it to her partner who willingly makes Haricot White Chocolate Blondies. I kid you not. We gingerly try them. They're edible but I felt they needed cheese, herbs and salt. Please feel free to ask for the recipe.
Alcohol that I can't access.
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