He has a thing for my fluffy slippers and the strings on my hoodie.. well, my hoodie in general and seems to like biting my leg. From doing next to nothing, he’s now permanently doing something, usually something he shouldn’t be. Dear God, what possessed me to agree to this.?!
Tag Archives: Coronavirus
Daylight Saving Time, Alcoholic Hand Sanitiser & Puppy Preparations
It wasn’t until the next morning when Bear and I were debating what the time really was, having had a lion until almost 1oam did I realise that he hadn’t changed the clocks in the kitchen, and it was actually 11am. And I only discovered it because I turned the TV on and saw that the time at the top of the programme
Being Nice & Why I Can’t Live Amongst Humans
I don’t understand panic-buying, I don’t understand hoarding, I don’t understand victimising others, I don’t understand human beings at all. I just don’t get it. I’m as rebellious as the next person, in my own way, but if you’re told by health experts to stay indoors because you could catch a viral infection that has the potential to kill you and your loved ones, you stay the hell indoors.
Genetic Pigheadedness & A Lack Of Ambition
He doesn’t like being told what to do and whinges and whines about the self isolation and social distancing. The bloody fool thinks he’s invincible and that it won’t get him.
The Salon Goddess, Dropping Like Flies & The Stubborn Ass Mommy.!
Apparently, a lot of the guests have pulled out due to the risk of getting the Coronavirus, and the fear of spreading it to their loved ones. They seem to be dropping like flies. My sister is of course, still adamant that it’s going ahead regardless…
Making The Decision Amid The Spreading Plague
The fact that he hates making decisions told me he was stressing about it, so I took it out of his hands. I told my sister this morning.
To Go Or Not To Go, That Is The Question
We don’t have a plan B for the children, and it’s only a matter of time before the Dutch government impose a travel ban. And if they do it after we’ve left the country, we may not be able to get back in, which leaves us in the lurch, stranded in the UK with no idea how long it will be until we can get home again.
Dear Diary... 