It’s been a while since I’ve written a grocery list, let alone a blog post. A friend sent me a message on Friday telling me she misses me – and my blog.Continue reading
If for nothing else, this lockdown has taught me to utilise my kitchen. I am not going to lie – if The Cave didn’t come with a dishwasher included in the rent, I would be living in PB&J sammies, served on paper plates and drinking my coffee out of a paper cup.Continue reading
My previous pets control post has reached many people according to FB, but the stats on WordPress paint a different picture. I’m not complaining, merely stating a fact. Everyone that took part in the challenge – thank you! Your pets not only touched my heart, but those of many of my readers. Charles from work read the post, and sent this pic of his wannabee-lockdown-escapee, Tash, to me. I told him I’d include her in my next post, so here she is, in all her attempted-breakout glory.Continue reading
We thought January was long… It’s day 4 of #SALockdown, or as it feels to some of us it’s the 8360th day of March.Continue reading
I’m fortunate to be able to do my day-job work from home. It’s weird though, knowing that for 21 days I’m not going to see my colleagues. It’s not like I se them during my annual leave either, but this… this is different.
Last night with no warning, everything was eerily silent. Not a breath of wind, or the usual whir-whir of the neighbour’s kid’s skateboard wheels. It was deathly silent.Continue reading
T’was a few hours before lockdown, when all through The Cave;
A misfit was writing, thinking of a Knave
Her Macbook was charging with fans a-whir
Knowing that tomorrow work still awaited her
Her thoughts raced quickly on a track of their own;
She felt a foreboding about being alone;
Interesting times we’re living in, the whole wide world,
Much time we’ll be spending in bed, upcurled,
Thinking of life as it was before the virus,
No, my darling, COVID! Not meningitis.
An essence of fear hangs in the air,
We’ve a way to go, but we shall get there.
Our streets will be quieter with no cars on the road
Nature will heal and you’ll hear the call of a toad
Smile, because when confinement is over
You will appreciate everything, even a tiny clover
Lockdown’s a sacrifice, that feels unfair and untrue
But Cyril’s done it, for me and for you.
Be a good citizen now, don’t move around,
For if you do, you may be jailed to sleep on the ground.
Now, COLLEAGUES! now, NEIGHBOURS! now, FAMILY and FRIENDS!
In, HOUSEHOLDS! in, SHACKS! in, FLATS and BEDS!
Remain indoors between the walls! read a book if you so feel!
Don’t go out! stay at home! That’s the deal!
It’s 21 days, and yes they’ll be long,
But when you feel morbid, sing a song.
Lockdown your loved ones, don’t social, or mill
BECAUSE IF YOU DON’T, CORONA WILL KILL!
Copyright: Priscilla Fick