Having finally come out of a 12 year old coma I ventured out to the coop tonight only to find that all the zombies had panic bought all the bog rolls.
Brought a new meaning to the phrase “is everyone shitting themselves?”
I feel like I’m being flippant but as I’ve been nursing P over the past 12 days with him not being able to work or earn, alongside a stressed out and worried teenager , wondering how the hell I’m going to pay the bills with no money whilst feeling exhausted from working hard to find a way, I feel like I am in a position to be able to say “get a grip”.
I found myself grateful for my own sanity in amongst a tube train full of face masks and rubber gloves.
I may appear like I’m some crazy as I find my way through mine and others issues but when there is an apparent crisis we are as calm as you like. We’ll take it as it comes.
With the best will in the world, I can’t control a pandemic beyond washing my hands and I’m trying to work out how a cupboard full of bog roll makes you feel more secure other than if you receive an Andrex puppy with every bulk buy..
Made me feel better though as myself and the coop check out girl laughed at the absurdity of it all and I was reminded of the comment of my friend at work, who is tasked with cleaning the toilets, and not being in a position to be able work from home. He will be deep cleaning the areas where those who self isolate were located. Lucky him!
I guess our jest could come back to bite us on our unwiped arses but while we are still alive and well there is something therapeutic in taking a moment to find sone humour in all those crazy arses.
Take care and keep well ❤️