*May contain strong language and material that some people may find offensive!*
Date: Sunday 12th April 2020
Quarantine: Day 20
Location: Starts with H and ends with D now bugger off.
Specifically: Ditto!!! Now stop pestering!
VR: Back in the land of ‘Wrong Voyage’ Thoroughly enjoying myself wandering around this extremely strange and gigantic structure. Can’t put my finger on why; because it’s cold (well OK it looks as if it‘s cold), largely empty and devoid of anything remotely human).
It reminds me a bit of looking around derelict buildings, which I’ve always had a fascination for. In fact one reason I occasionally get ‘killed’ in the game is because I enjoy wandering around gazing at the architecture, taking photos and generally stopping for a snack (from the real world that is!)
CAUGHT BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD FISHING VILLAGE
Well all I can say is it’s a good job I’m not in some high powered occupation that requires me to make quick and important decisions. Why? Because I’d be bloody sunk thats why. Anyway, speaking of sunk I’m still nowhere near Lemonroyd Marina yet. Why? Because I have a prescription to collect on Wednesday from Rotherham and can’t decide whether to go to the marina or straight to the chemists in Rotherham. Why? (What‘s this the Spanish Inquisition!?) Because I would have to travel from Huddersfield to Leeds, Leeds to Rotherham followed by Rotherham to Leeds! In other words too much fuel money!
But then there’s also the issue about my current location. Perhaps I‘m not taking advantage in the sense that I’ve never seen anyone park on this spot but I am taking the piss in that my presence is making it a little awkward for vehicle's trying to get past me - especially as I’ve been here for weeks virtually without moving.
This morning I also saw a guy poking around Hymie (and he does not like being poked around). He’s not someone I’ve seen before, maybe a relative or friend of someone, but he seemed to be focusing on the front and rear as if scrutinising the number plate. Ringing the police perhaps? Dunno - if so they haven't been to my knowlege.
Problem is there have been too many of these little incidents as I’ve mentioned in previous postings and I’m starting to get more than a little uneasy. Maybe someone will challenge me about it? (and I hate confrontation).
RACHAEL DELIVERS HEARTBREAKING NEWS!
In the dying moments of Saturday evening; best friend, mother of two and carer to a helpless child Rachael Hurdiss delivered the heartbreaking news that the Easter bunny does not exist. It was a message delivered, without preamble, in a cold and dispassionate style that left no margin for doubt. It said quite simply ....
“I’m sorry to break this to you [but] the Easter bunny isn’t real”
She also strongly implied that, not only was the Easter bunny a fictitious creature but that she was impersonating it in a deliberate attempt to fool the children. Oh boo hisssssss!
”Well someone’s got to hide the eggs for the kids” (Hah! Lame excuse)
The news came during one of the biggest crises that Britain has ever faced - finding something to talk about that doesn’t include; Coronavirus, Social-Isolation or how to convince the old Bill that ’getting the beer in’ constitutes an essential journey.
CORONAVIRUS: FACE-MASKS
Well this is nothing short of a bloody outrage! No wonder people don’t know what to do for the best during the current health crisis! Wear a mask? Don’t wear a mask! Masks are essential as they offer, at least some protection against the COVID-19 virus, masks do nothing don’t waste your time. No wonder people don’t know whether they're running or mowing!
So I go for it. I buy a mask; even if it doesn't offer any protection at least people can see I’m concerned about their welfare.
What a waste of time - more trouble than it‘s worth.
First shop I go into; just need some vaseline and two chicken fillets. Soon as the shop assistant sees me she starts shaking all over (nothing wrong with some good old rock n roll!), whimpering (boyfriend troubles???) and then strangest of all she removes all the notes from the till, puts them on the counter and tells me to take them. I tried to explain what I had come in for “I wnnt surm gasolene n bloo schliken lil-lets” but she looked more nervous than ever. I gave up and took the money just to keep her happy. So much for trying to make her feel safe.
FRIENDS ANEMONES
What with the current lockdown and all of us being placed in detention its difficult to write up my own personal steampunk stuff. I could make some creative excuses like; lack of time (actually no, that truly would be a shit excuse at the moment) lack of space due to the only storage left available being a small cupboard and an old biscuit tin! preferring to focus on writing (a serious consideration actually as I have a compulsion to write) wanting my home back (as in homely that is, not having stock and craft materials taking up space that is meant to be used for sitting/sleeping/eating/showering etc), medical reasons, as in low testosterone can cause extreme tiredness/listlessness (as you may recall mine is so low it doesn't even register on the scale - whatever scale that might be. Or I could just face the fact that maybe I’m just bone idle and don’t want to do anything.
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