DAY 10 DEAR CRONE!!

Day 10.

Crone!!!!!!

I'm quare sick of you so i am . Here’s the scary bit, I’m getting getting quare sick of myself too. Sure, I thought I was only lovely, a unique piece of human perfection.

It’s been awhile since I spent so much time with myself and now, I’m beginning to wonder.

All sorts of questions and doubts are popping into my head, not all good ones either. Trying to avoid myself isn’t working anymore because everywhere I turn there I am. I’m just going to have to meet myself head on and say “howya Bernie, is it yourself”, and see what happens.

I’m afraid to ask himself what he thinks, I’m just too sensitive right now about everything. Speaking of himself, he shaved yesterday, I could hear the tap tap tap of the razor on the sink, on and on it went, but I said nothing. My hearing seems to have improved no end because I’m suddenly hearing things I never noticed before, like the sound of him chewing and the way he seems to clear his throat every few minutes. I’m saying nothing though.

Only last night they were talking about flattening the curve, now I know what they mean but the paranoia is bad, and I thought the lad on the telly was talking directly to my curves. You see I’m getting curvier by the day because of you.

The baking has stopped but we have decided to use up everything in our freezer. [I’m a great cook, did I tell you that already] I’ve discovered the feckin freezer is full of all my batch cooking and baking so were going to have to eat that now. My dog refuses to leave the couch, she’s worn out from being walked and I’m sure she’s wondering who the heck is Corona. Anyway I’m sick of writing so I’m off to meet myself for a while.

Yours

Bernie