Good morning everyone from another wonderful morning in the dark and dangerous north
The wonder wheel of batch cooking parsnip crisps and deserted beeches came in at 5.2 this am (other tree species are available).
Hooray! International bin day has again appeared, as if by magic. Bins, it has been discovered, don’t need to socially isolate as the previous rumour that they could contaminate each other has been found to be a big porky pie put out by Russian spies to put a strain on a nation already suffering from a shortage of bog roll and that more exclusive and elusive, toilet tissue.
Afternoon tea went well yesterday, it’s nice to have a focus for each day and the teapot likes a bit of attention, with loose tea spooned lavishly from an old Fortnum tea caddy obtained in better times when the word isolate was only found on packets of protein powder.
As it was a pink supermoon last night, Mrs Miggins self isolated in another room and used all manner of nasty smelly to remove some nail polish - I watched a horror film.
According to the beeb, we have now to receive a series of lessons such as, “what is an ICU?” “Who’s in charge if the PM stubs his toe?” But Bojo has been found in a stable condition practicing his dressage and it is really Jimmy Greaves that is poorly sick.
Have a great day if you can, play nicely in the garden - make survival suits out of items that can be found around the house.
Kofee
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