Self-Isolation Day 14
It’s really kicking off. Kirsty has nobody to play with as everyone has gone into self-isolation. In the last two weeks we have made a serious dent in the 135 episodes of Grey’s Anatomy. Once finished it is my turn and I will make Kirsty watch all 195 episodes of Top Gear followed by all 12 documentaries on the Falklands War and all 15 documentaries on the Spitfire. This will make for interesting times. God bless cable.
Self-Isolation Day 18
Some local child of questionable parentage has started to learn the tuba. Mangled sounds now float across the neighbourhood. It might have been OK if the music teacher had started them on say ‘Jack and Jill went up the hill’ but oh no let’s start them on Gershwin. Musical mutilation is not the word for it.
Maybe the gifted child has been playing for a while but we only now hear it due to lack of traffic from self-isolation. Another wondrous sound is the Boy Racers hooning round at all times of day in their low-slung Suburus and big fat exhausts giving off more noise than surely can be legal. All the more reason for speedhumps on our road. Some locals have suggested bazookas. I couldn’t possibly comment.
Self-Isolation Day 20
Our cat is still scared from last year when at one of our dinner parties a certain female guest called ‘A’ decided she too wanted to cuddle Rufus and followed him round on all fours. To be honest I too would be scared if Eastern Suburbs women followed me round on all fours though my mates would be saying ‘in your dreams’. And if I am really to be honest I too was on all fours that night as I crawled under the dining table allegedly to get to the bathroom. I think we had a good time that night but as they say the past is another country.
Anyway Kirsty is a happy bunny now as she has a new house to sell and appointments every half hour start this weekend from 11am to 1pm. If enough of you turn up you can keep her going from 9am to 5pm. PLEASE HELP.