Today is the 70th day of writing my Corona Corona Chronicles, and I am seriously hoping that we don’t get to reach day “eleventy seventy” of lockdown, because I think by then sanity will have become a very rare commodity.
Today also marks the first day of Level 3 – the day when Johnnie Walker gets released on parole to your local Tops. Sadly for the smokers Peter Stuyvesant will remain in custody. As we know from past experience, that could be anytime between now and the turn of the next century.
Domestic workers and gardeners can return to work, but not haidressers or nail technicians. So if there are any of them who would like to pop past my house to do some “housework” today – please let me know. And if you are a hairdresser, remember to pack your scissors as I have some spiderwebs that just might need trimming. Just don’t come too early as I have some urgent shopping to do at 9am sharp. I made my list yesterday so that I could be organised: Milk, wine, coffee, wine, eggs, wine, pasta, wine – just a few very essential items, of course.
Yesterday, while I was writing my shopping list for today, the intercom bell rang. Yip! Imagine that – a real ringing intercom bell! It was the middle of the day on a Sunday with no courier in sight, so the entire family froze. SP (Son Person) even ventured out of his room from the middle of an online game and joined in the family debate as to what we should do about the ringing intercom bell. I mean, after nine and a half weeks of lockdown, a ringing intercom bell can be quite scary. Heaven knows, when we are allowed visitors again, we may require the use of medicinal tequila when all our friends arrive for a braai and the intercom bell rings repeatedly.
Having said that, best I add tequila to my essential items shopping list for today, as there is the strong possibility that I may or may not have ordered a few cases of crushed grapes directly from the wine estates, while having hallucinating moments about wine during Level 4. This means that the intercom bell could be ringing a lot more frequently in the next few days which could cause endless stress to the family. I, on the other hand, will be delighted to be able to play the game of “wine rack, wine rack” again.
For those of you who enjoy a cold glass of fermented hops, or crushed grapes or even Autumn Harvest Crackling – I will be thinking of you all tonight and suggest that at 6pm we say a loud united “cheers” together.
The struggle was real I tell you.
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