I keep tormenting myself and my family by making plans for imaginary trips – things that would have been perfectly normal just a week ago. “Saturday tomorrow! We’re all here – why not cycle to that local brewery for a beer tasting and some pizza? Or we could walk down the beach with the doggies to that restaurant we all like…” Why do I do it? I don’t know but I’m guessing I’m just a bad person. Everybody hates it but I can’t stop.
Day 3 of lockdown.