The last memory that stands out is from late February; I bumped into my neighbour in the corridor and told her it'd been my birthday and she gave me a hug. If I'd known then... I'm glad I appreciated it as much as I did.
Hey GWU, I’ve been keeping track and it’s 56 weeks since my last cut. I’m going even more old school, I need a bear skin poncho and a spear cause I look like a caveman now.I got a haircut on the last day before lockdown. Either I get another one soon or I'm going to break-out the tie-dyed tee shirts and buy and old VW bus.
When I look at the little things that have made life easier or happier just by chance or in the nick of time, I am a acutely aware there is divine orchestration.It's funny. I am thinking about how, at the very end of January last year, Covid was just more of a rumor. We were closing on our new house, and I was mourning my lovely cat. Then we got moved in, and in February I adopted Sheena and Zoey. If we had waited until even one month later, it would have been more difficult. The couple who delivered the cats would not have been allowed inside, and possibly the adoption would have been held up. I am so glad that things panned out the way that they did!
Please allow me to translate, "redundant" means "laid off" in American English. I got pretty good at this working with the BAe and RN folks. Watching Danger Mouse also helped. "Boffins" was the term I translated most to our people.Getting made redundant Not sure if classed as 'normal' though!