John suggested that as it was Sunday, we should have a family day. I said that we had no bloody choice in the matter. Apparently that meant that I had an attitude?? Anyway, showing willing …….
Things to do on a family day in Lockdown:
Play board games - Accepting the fact that Monopoly was practically a blood sport in this house, we had a bash at Scrabble. We had forgotten how excruciatingly painful it was, arguing for ten minutes at a time about whether a made up word was actually a word (even after thorough online searches had been undertaken). John's command of the English language has always been questionable!😏
Bake- I had to think twice about this as it meant using the absolute last of the flour. The twins were desperate to do it however, so we attempted a Victoria Sponge. It ended up looking like a bird's nest that the cat had roughed up but I felt pretty confident that it would taste ok.🤞
Visit grandparents - We checked in with John's mum via the old-fashioned medium of telephoning as she hasn't yet mastered video calls of any kind. She said that she was absolutely fine because the 'nice people from the church' had brought her a few bits and she hadn't heard anything about the weird man who was supposed to be hanging around in her area. We face-timed my parents, who had to dash off after five minutes to take part in an online Pilates class.😮
Talk - Cleo was determined to keep bringing up the subject of my short stint at university and more specifically, what I could possibly have done to get thrown out. I'm not happy with John and his big mouth.😤
Exercise - Marcus and Molly were well up for a short walk in the area but I had to be more persuasive when it came to John and Cleo. It was quite a grey, chilly day today so I was shocked about how many people were out and about. Of course this was like a red rag to a bull to John, who incessantly complained about how many people were out, while being out. He failed to see the irony. This meant that fifteen of the twenty minutes that we were actually out walking, I spent missing my indent. 😢
The only Sunday tradition that went down well was the roast (or something resembling one) that I threw together in the early evening. We managed to spend a civilised fifteen minutes at the table. It was after I'd settled down on the sofa for the evening, that I turned my attention to the prospect of a video conference with Olivia the next day.
"I don't see what the problem is, Dais," John said. "There's nowhere open to hold an event. That's that, surely."
"I think you're underestimating just how stupid Olivia is, John. And also how much of a kiss-arse she is. She's on a mission to earn brownie points with Victoria, so I suppose she just sees me and Antonio as pawns."
"Well you're just gonna have to put her straight."
"It's tempting but that's not a good idea. The last thing I want to do is lose my shit with her at the moment. I know how to handle Olivia, don't you worry. A bit of bullshit goes a long way."😏
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