12 Days Of Corona Day 9.

Day 9

Dear Crone.

Listen, you loser, you are causing pandemonium all over the place. Were all avoiding each other because of you. not only that but I’m finding it hard to avoid myself.

I got up to go to the loo last night and on my way back to the bedroom wasn’t there this awful haggard looking crone walking towards me, frightened the be jasus out of me she did. She had a fierce wild look about and her eyes, you should have seen the stare she had.

The biggest fright was when I realised, I was looking at myself in the big mirror at the bottom of our hall. didn’t sleep a wink after that and himself snoring in the bed beside me didn’t help. He hasn’t shaven for over a week now, you should see the state of him but I’m saying nothing. It’s hard sometimes, saying nothing, I mean. Doesn’t come naturally to me at all but I’m doing my best.

I read my list every day, but it doesn’t seem to be as important for some reason so I've chucked it the "fu....k it bucket" for now. The house is gone to pot though.

I’m too busy you see; this self-isolation is hard work and gets harder by the hour. I don’t see anyone outside our house and that’s actually not too hard. It’s what’s inside that’s becoming a problem.

I swear the walls are closing in and this morning when I woke up, I decided the house is shrinking. Trying to self-isolate in a confined space is driving me to distraction.

You see dear darling CORONA or CRONE …. or whatever you like to call yourself, how am I meant to self-isolate from the fridge, the larder, the wine, the cheese, the chocolate.

Answer me that why don’t you. Well I’m waiting for an answer…. Nothing to say now, have you??.

Otherwise ; sure were all grand!!!!!!!

Yours Bernie

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