Hello the kitchen. I have spent a ridiculously sleepless night, interspersed during the two-odd hours I did get, with ridiculous dreams! Anyone know how to mend a broken spring in a sofa? No, me neither apparently!
Yesterday was, effectively, the last school run for us before lockdown. GS came home from school, though, and asked if he could play football in a friend’s garden, so I said if he ran it past his dad and he said okay, he could. I thought it would be a welcome distraction for him, especially since he had had the news that one of the boys in his football team had the virus, along with his mum. The boys were all together on Sunday and I think it spooked him a bit. I did as much as I could to reassure him that his friend would get over it and so would his mum, because young people did.?? I have promised, during my confinement, to make him a batch of Anzac biscuits (if I can get hold of the coconut!), and send them home with his dad, who will be calling in with shopping for us.
DH went to the bank yesterday and drew out some cash which I directed him to put into a plastic bag I gave him so that I could clean them before he put them in his wallet. I also made him wear latex gloves. He thought this completely ridiculous but did as he was told. I later wiped the notes down with antibac (it takes a surprisingly long time to disinfect £250 in ten pound notes!) and the sneaky beggar came in and took a photo (no I won’t post it on here - it’s truly horrible!) and sent it to our children with the caption “We have a money launderer in the family!” I thought about sending for the Leg of Lamb!
Duty calls! I will try and look in later, if I can stay awake long enough! TOYA.