I can't find the paragraph about the rules addressing whether I can visit a fancy dress shop via a pogo-stick using only B-roads accompanied by my aunties sister's second cousin's budgies babysitter twice removed. So, as always, feckit, I'll stay in.
er-flosser charged and filled with mouthwash, I switch it on without reading any instructions and realise I had no idea how to turn it off.
For those of you who have read this far and now have a deep concern for a spinster in lockdown surrounded by toothbrush chargers and laughing at the sound of her own voice, I just want to declare at this point, that I'm FINE. My prescriptions are still getting filled.
Cheddar is a place that looks like it belongs in a fantasy book, like Lord of the Rings. It's surrounded by ancient dark-stone cliffs and has water running through it in many places; brooks, rivers, streams. There are caves and walks, and the place is filled year round with tourists looking to see The Wookey Witch.
I travel out of the estuary, out of British waters, travelling west, across Ireland, Iceland and Greenland. Across the Labrador Sea, up across Baffin Bay, further to the Arctic Ocean and down to the Bering Sea and the Gulf of Alaska. It was there I travelled downwards into the water.
A day before lockdown, I got invited out to lunch for the first time this year. This meant a major operation to wash, put on underwear and stay awake for more than three hours. You'd be proud, I did it all.