Always look on the bright side of life
Thursday 19 March, London
📌 Tube stations are closing down, but the men on the building site outside are still hard at work.
📌 My wife got confirmation from the Adagio apartments we booked in Liverpool and Lille that we can postpone the visit up to the end of the year, so we did this in the hope that by then we will be able to travel. We were going to Liverpool for a football match and to Lille to meet my sister.
📌 We tested our newfound skills in video chatting with a call to my sister on her birthday. This is the birthday that finally allows her to retire, but that supposedly joyous event has turned out to be memorable for very different reasons. She was trying to compose an email to her work colleagues inviting them to an imaginary piss-up because she can’t have a real one. My wife suggested she add, “Dress code: Face masks and rubber gloves.”
📌 We decided yesterday to reduce the rent on our Brighton apartment to a minimum. Our tenant was relieved. His work is casual and he’s just had an operation and was on crutches, so he was in a difficult situation given the current state of affairs.
📌 My wife stubbornly refuses to be bossed by Covid-19. She has just gone to Lidl in Hackney with her friend Shirley. On her return she described how the supermarket had started a simple queuing system outside to control the number of people in the store at any one time. Inside, she said all was calm, even though many of the shelves were empty.
📌 While she was out I tested the video tutorial I have agreed to do for Cris at Headway. Talking straight to camera is embarrassing. If I could imagine myself acting a part in a film it might be OK, but there is no ‘character’ to slip into. It’s just me, drying up trying to think what to say next.
📌 The ‘World of Interiors’ photo project will soon be scraping the bottom of the barrel, if we had one for me to stick my camera in. The inside of the toilet might be on its way soon. But today it is the “bottom drawer in the kitchen” into which all kinds of accumulated crap gets dumped.
📌 Our friend Graham, who lives in Spain, sent us a link to a joke song that reworks Simon & Garfunkel’s ‘Sounds of Silence’ for the Covid-19 era.
📌 My cousin Kate just got a delivery from Waitrose.
📌 We’ve nearly caught up with everyone else who watches ‘Last Tango in Halifax’. The opening episode of Series 5 casts Celia (Anne Reid) as a miserable old nag-bag, always giving Alan (Derek Jacobi) a hard time for being a Guardian-reading soft-arse, and his dopey daughter Gillian for being a fuckup in every conceivable way.
‘Halifax’ has always had a strong root in class, but that has been wearing thin recently. In this series, at least in the first episode, that strength is back, with Celia becoming a total snob and her previously stuck-up middle-aged lesbian daughter Caroline becoming normal. That might be because she is now head teacher of a struggling state school rather than a posh private one.
Pop Quiz… Name that Tune…
“Well, you’re where you should be all the time
And when you’re not, you’re with some underworld spy
Or the wife of a close friend”