Yesterday’s blog was exactly 250 words in length. That gave me quite an erection, I must be honest. It wasn’t planned, it just happened, and I just happened to check what the word count was, and it was thrilling. But then I decided to add Ted’s quote in, and that took it up to 296. So even when life goes unexpectedly well for me, I find a way to sabotage it.
In less word-perverse news, Philippa is not interested in my idea to fly abroad somewhere for a cheap, few-days-in-the-Sun, possibly-scuppered-by-Covid holiday break in a couple of months’ time. I did say it might make us both more relaxed and therefore far more likely to conceive again, so who knows – she may be persuaded. But for now, she seems to think I might as well suggest going to volunteer in a respirator unit at a hospital and not wearing any PPE. She gave me a look that said “Do you WANT to kill our whole family?”
I suppose I can understand her reticence. Two weeks ago I was reiterating my desire to be as socially distanced as possible from as much of society as possible, preaching that over-cautious is better than nonchalant, and now here I am trying to drag her abroad to a potential coronavirus Hot Zone where we might end up getting quarantined and spending God knows how many thousands getting home again.
But still – a holiday would be nice, right?
RC 13-8-20
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