I know I know getting angry isn’t going to help anything or anyone but sometimes you just have to let off steam. So, Boris is recovering, and I am pleased I don’t wish anyone ill health but – and there is a very big BUT here I am angry no I am livid with him and the rest of the government for putting so many lives at risk here in the UK. We have to rely on government to act in a way that will keep us safe and they have fallen down on all accounts.
On Sunday there were 737 new Coronavirus-related hospital deaths, and this does not take into account the deaths that occur in the care homes. Sir Jeremy Farrar — and this is what really got me this morning when I finally managed to fall out of bed at 11 am (bad night’s sleep) who is a member of the government’s Scientific Advisory Group for Emergencies (Sage) said that the UK would most likely to be the worst effected of all European countries. Really? Behind Italy and Spain. What is that about? We knew this was coming in fact the world knew there would be a pandemic. And yet we did nothing to prepare. Germany has way more cases than us and yet there death rate is so much lower. Why? Well of course they are better organised but also they are testing, testing testing. And we are just testing.
On a more mundane note Yesterday I ironed my first ever bed sheet and it was surprisingly satisfying. How come it has taken me so long to release my inner domestic goddess? So much so that last night, when at 2 am I was still awake and eating an early breakfast, I decided to tackle another few sheets. Actually, I am not bad. Shame there is nothing else to iron in the house. I suppose ironing my sweat pants and underwear might be taking it a bit too far.
My nocturnal ironing did mean, however that I only got out of bed at 11 today and missed my morning Yoga session. In fact, just about missed the entire morning but hey – who cares? There is something very liberating about this experience – no one expects anything from me. If I want to be a slob and lay around in my pj’s all day well so be it. Except, of course, the returnees will be here on Wednesday and I guess I will need to be a bit more responsible.
Note to self: Change your clothes, brush your hair and perhaps put on a bit of lippy on Wednesday. You don’t want to frighten Toby and Linda.
I thought today I would tackle some of the 14,940 emails in my inbox. And I came across numerous ones entitled Tagged which read: “Trevor G bought you! Your value has increased to $9,188,349.” Really someone bought me. Am I really worth that much? And how did they find me and who the hell is Trevor? Scroll down a little further and I see Peter bought me as well for $8,353,045 and much further down I see that Vicky bought me too for $2,419,579. I guess I am not worth so much to those of the same gender. I’m not fussy but obviously I would prefer to go to the highest bidder. But can anyone throw any light on all this buying and selling stuff. Feels like I am in some kind of human trafficking market.
I had a social media melt down today. Shame just when I thought I was beginning to get to grips with it all. It started when I tried to upload a video for you guys. WordPress told me that I had to upgrade at £48 to allow my blog to accept videos. Ok I can do that. But then it said it was in the wrong format but didn’t specify what format. An hour or so later and wondering why on earth I began this and really is the video that important — I upload the same video in another format. No, it is not accepting this format either. I wonder if I can get my £48 back. And then my internet stops working. Really if I have to survive Coronavirus with no internet then not only will you no longer be receiving my blog but I will have reached the point of no return.
The end product of all of this is that today’s blog is a bit rubbish. But as you can see the internet is back. I have run out of steam and patience and am in dire need of a large single malt.
Note to self: Add whisky to the Waitrose order.
See you tomorrow
“Let’s to careful out there”
5 thoughts on “Angry”
Damn. Ironing your sheets. Impressive. And yes, I’m angry too with our “government.” For obvious reasons. Bloody morons all of them.We must govern ourselves because there ain’t nobody out there going to govern for us.
Who do I have to get in touch with to see how much I am worth?
You are priceless!
Ironing sheets is a step too far. what I do instead is I fold them before they go in the washing machine, so they don’t crumple even further in the wash. Then when I get them off the clothesline, or out of the tumble dryer I fold them again and hang them over my radiators, which kind of irons them. I always iron the pillowslips though – makes it look as if all the bedclothes have been ironed!
love it that you reading my blogs. Yes I am re inventing myself as a domestic goddess!!