Very long - feel free to skip my moans.
Mamisimo how wonderful your family holiday sounds. I bet it's heaps of fun with everyone there.
Cherry I'm cheering for you, faking defenistration and poking tongues! Brilliant 
And the tale of naked babies on the bed was just lovely, bless their wee hearts.
Dream I wrote the blog for 62 days and this link will take you to the last one but if you want to read it chronologically, look at the side bar for April. I'm still editing it because Google have just changed the whole format which has put the kibosh on some posts.
the-lockdown-diary.blogspot.com/
OK, I'll commence moaning: 
I have walked about 1,000 miles today, or that's what me feets is telling me. The supermarket where Rangi shops is vast and they have scooters but I decide to combine exercise with frustration shopping.
As you know, I can't read packets or tins on the shelves, unless I'm about 2 inches away, so when Rangi offered to come help me shop, I should have accepted - but I didn't. She had her own weekly shop to do and I felt a bit mean to have her doing mine too.
So I wandered around peering into the mist and occasionally finding something I needed until I was seriously tempted to climb into the darned trolley and ask security to push me into a nice quiet, dark corner...and chop me feets off.
I had about 15 things on my list but found only half - in an hour!
Then, the same wicked fairy who dogged me yesterday rushed to my side and my Eftpos card didn't work at the checkout.
People in the queue behind were so sweet as I fumed and the assistant fumed.
Finally, after 5 swipes and 5 failures, I was taken away (and I should have been too!) where Customer Services calmly asked me to try again in their office - and the card worked perfectly.
Rangi was already waiting in the taxi by this time and off we went (my idea) to a place which does posh morning teas because I wanted to treat her as she is so sweet. (see pictureof Falls Hotel)
Karan our driver dropped us and said he'd be back in an hour. We walked round to the entrance - and it was closed. I had checked on line to make sure it was open.
Neither of us had a phone but I paid a very kind passer by $2 to ring for a taxi which came quickly and the driver even contacted Karan to tell him our change of venue before dropping us at the Mall where we stumbled to a cafe gasping for coffee & tea as if we'd just crossed The Empty Quarter.
It was 12:30 by this time and neither of us had had breakfast so I ordered a date scone (Rangi had a smoked salmon sandwich) but even though they do great scones, I couldn't eat it and brought it home. Stress always steals my appetite.
We're going out again on Thursday and if that b***dy fairy comes with us I swear I'll rip off his essentials and deep fry them.
The good thing was the gorgeous weather, lovely and warm and I was comfy in a t-shirt.
Mind you, it won't be long before that Antarctic wind (you know the one Grammaretto) kicks in and it'll be cold enough to freeze the willie off a whelk, so I'm making hay whilst the sun shines.
Though what I'll do with all this hay I really don't know.