Hello my fellow inmates,
just a heretic thought I just had: If I was able to venture out and get some cheapo handcrafted patio furniture – which I don’t really consider essential – are we still supposed to call the current situation a Lockdown?
I guess, I don’t know since me’s no doctor, but I guess after nearly, like, 3 months in very undisciplined lockdown and bad women hairstyles and neckbearded men all around, it’s kinda save to say that if you’re not sick by now, you won’t get sick during the next wave neither. So we survivors, we huddle together and rub our skins with all the other peoples and go shopping and keep social distance … or we don’t.
Anyhoo, our new seating on the stoep:
Yeah yeah, shit needs to be stained. But it really looks like it’s gonna start to rain any minute now and I don’t wanna ruin the freshly painted surfaces with raindrops.
Oh, and btw, our friendy neighbour helped me schlepping the heavy stuff into our garden. Social distance my ass!
Woah! Sun’s coming through, my chance to stain …
Laterz guys, and do good!