Emma didn’t sleep at all well on the second night of quarantine, she tossed and turned throughout, plagued by visions and dreams that seemed to flit across her eyelids stopping her from fully going to sleep, this together with Craig’s random snorts and snuffling’s made for a restless night. Feeling a tad annoyed at this Emma gave him a little cuff to the shoulder and said a little too loudly “You awake? He stirred, mumbled something just comprehensible about surviving, being alive and throwing away keys then promptly turned over and started snoring loudly in her ear. “Unbloodybelievable” She gave him another affectionate cuff to no affect and got out of bed. “Well at least he’s not dancing to it this morning”
Emma continued with her usual morning ablutions, gazed at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, considered plucking her eyebrows they were getting a little bushy and thought hell with it, “what’s the point I am not going anywhere soon”. Still ignoring her slouchy trousers she elected for a racy tiger print vest top and shorts, Emma was in a mischievous mood today, the sun was filtering though the slit in the curtains and she could hear the birds chirruping outside, sunshine and bird song , what more could a person want? “Well now that you come to mention it” a small voice piped up. Emma forced the voice to the back of her head and bounced downstairs like Tigger on acid to make some breakie.
Ignoring the sweet beckoning call of the Xbox she made her way to the kitchen and made a fabulous smoothie. Oats, Strawberries, Kiwi’s and Banana’s, with just a touch of homemade honey that she had picked up from the local produce farm she had visited last summer. Emma allowed herself a few minutes to reminisce about that warm, balmy summer day, meandering around the farm shop that sold fresh fruit, homemade jams, sauces and chutney’s, then a wonderful afternoon tea with Craig in the shimmering haze of the afternoon sunshine under an imposing oak tree. “Ah what a day”
Dragging herself back to reality Emma mused “Oooh I know I’ll make some Jam that should keep me busy “. Her great idea slowly turned to annoyance and frustration as she rustled in her cupboards searching for ingredients coming out with just enough sugar to make one more cuppa and two mouldy strawberries left over from the smoothie she has just made. Really not feeling the urge to brave the masses fighting for their loo roll and pasta at the shops, she resigned herself to no jam today and wandered around her flat to check on her much beloved plants. Emma as only her very close friends would know talks to her plants. She believes that talking to them and showing them lots of positive regard helps them to grow and thrive. This she feels is evident in their luscious green leaves and the regular flowering of her Peace Lilies. Not having any pets or children she liked to look on them as her extended family.
She heard Craig Shuffling down the stairs, “Darling is the kettle on?” Emma slid further behind her prized Yucca where she was barely visible. Craig’s voice came closer “Emma where are you? Em? Em? Em? As he got closer Emma jumped out at him with an almighty “BOO” Craig jumped back and fell over the foot stool legs akimbo and swore profusely. In fits of giggles she tripped and fell on top of him. Neither had hurt themselves and both descended into hysterical laughter. Well they do say laughter is the best medicine, and we all need a bit of that right now. Re arranging themselves Craig headed to the kitchen to make a cuppa with the last of sugar. Ruminating on her ill-fated Jam making expedition and the fact that she was in exactly the right gaming position Emma grabbed the large cushion off the sofa and flicked on the Xbox. Just an hour or two and then I’ll make some lunch.
What’s the worst that can happen?
Lockdown Logs 