Lockdown strawberry – born in captivity.
Today the whole population of Belgium is buzzing around: according to the weather forecast we might have even 14 degrees during the day!!
I have already reacted this breaking-news with the necessary precautions, and as Ultimate Mitigating Measures has already prepared my sunglasses, a 50-factor suntan lotion, a safe shadow, and arranged for preventing dehydration for the whole day.
Should I not come here any more, I simply got heat stroke.
Same day a year ago in Hungary it was 30 degrees. We had a visitor from Budapest, who – having heard our weather forecast – has brought her winter coat.
My husband: ‘Ooops, I see our plant has dried out. We might have watered it more..’
Me: ‘Did we have a plant?’
He: ‘…than zero…’
– FEEL THE BEAT BABE!!
– He is not with me.
Walter (10): ‘Mama, what are Hungarian schools like? Same as in Belgium?’
Me to my 10-yr-olds son: ‘Walter, what is your goal in life?’
Walter: ‘Zombie apocalypse.’
Me: ‘Beg your pardon?’
Walter: ‘I mean to be a good boy..’
SPOT THE BEAR!
You know the game, right?
It is being played nowadays all around the world giving a little solace to children who are stuck at home during the Corona lockdown.
The rules are simple: first you go and find some stuffed bears at home, put them in the window on a visible spot, and so when you go for a walk with your children (and other parents with theirs) it makes children happy when they try to spot as many bears as they can.
Such a nice & warm initiative!
Although my children do not show any particular interest in the above activity, my husband seems to be realising rather good progress, as by the end of the 3rd week he was not only able to make a difference with zebras, but sometimes also bunnies, too.
I am sitting in the garden. My husband joins me, but then he smells something strange..
My husband: ‘What is that strange smell?’
Me: ‘It must be coming from the back neighbour. I believe they are having a BBQ.
What makes me conclude this is the following:
A few moments ago they were singing together – apparently they are celebrating a family member’s birthday.
Now it’s all silent – they must be eating.
And because I can hear some cutlery noise, they must be eating in the garden, and since the weather today is exceptionally ideal (especially considering Belgium) it is somewhat obvious that they have had a BBQ, for which they must have used one of those barbecue fuel things, briquette or coal, which can have that funny smell..
Since we have a slight north-east breeze today, I conclude it’s not our direct back neighbour but the one on the right hand side.’
My husband: ‘Thank you for the thorough reasoning, covering all the vital aspects of my question.
.. By the way, if I may advise …you could take a short break reading your favourite books by Agatha Christie.’
‘We’ve just been in the food shop and THEY’VE RUN OUT OF THE MANGO BISCUIT AND THE HEART-SHAPED ICE CUBES!!!’
My daughter’s (14) unerringly accurate sensor for the expected economic depression.
This picture is something my daughter (14 ys) has just posted on social media.
I’ve always been adamant to teach my children the importance of being rational and authentic in whatever they do.
Well, if there is 1 person on planet Earth who has years of experience in how to exist as a unicorn among all those humanoids – it is definitely MY daughter… so hereby I consider this piece of parental lesson nicely learnt here.
Me: ‘I see, Sweety, that you’re up to something – what are the plans for today?’
Walter (10): ‘I know you both need to work, so I will play carnival, you see I put pyjama on back to front, and will build a nest below your table. Will not disturb: I’ve brought some books and toys, but I need to return for a 2nd transport.’
I always do the dishes like this – people should have style for God’s sake..
Me (at around the end of the 2nd game):
Stay home – read a book – in the garden hammock
New challenges in life are always opportunities – never threats.
Quarantine lunch – only a little steak served in the bath – life gets harder.
When my husband makes a song hit (disco version) from the names of his business partners – well, then I know that he has been homeofficing with the children around for slightly longer than he would naturally wish for.
Mid-term effect of the Corona crisis: an increasing number of suntanned unemployed people.
The picture is for illustration purpose only.
Table tennis advanced level:
net PLUS water ditch.
Instagram challenge: the account owner asks followers to give a title to the picture.
My husband: ‘Voila, I have brought you some breakfast. Lili got the same, only with less soy sauce.’
..And so this is how I learnt that during Corona lockdown my biggest competitor in the food chain is our mini water-turtle.
Corona lock-down Compliment Of The Day:
Our 10-yr-old son’s friend has been with us since yesterday. After today’s full play date, today at least they listened to me and started to study.
I am just going upstairs with some drinks to their floor when I hear the conversation behind the door:
They: ‘Ok, so we have a list of words, let’s see: ‘orgasm’ – what can it be??’
At this point I am very silently turning around tiptoeing downstairs, when the door opens:
My son: ‘Mama, where are you going? Aren’t those drinks for us? Listen, we need your help. What is ‘orgasm’?’
Me: ‘First of all let’s see what the task exactly is, before we would jump on the explanation..’
They: ‘We need to write each word to 1 of the coloumns ‘men’, ‘women’, ‘both’. Is it for both, with each other?’
Me: ‘Yes. I mean no! It can be for 2 men or 2 women as well… or 1… or… But hey, let’s not get stuck at the 1st word, let’s move on to the next one, I say..’
They: ‘Yes, ok, good idea! The 2nd one is ‘e-ja-cu-lation’..’
Giving to 10-yr-old children the sexual education school material – then the next day locking down schools closing children up with their home-office parents for weeks … very funny, dear teachers… very funny..
Corona – apart from being a ‘medical situation’ – is a nice big social experiment at the same time.
Yesterday my husband went to do the groceries (regular shopping, no extra amount or frequency), among them toilet paper.
Returning home I asked him what he experienced in Delhaize.
He: ‘Some food products are sold out, there I bought something comparable.
Toilet paper is indeed almost completely off. I took the last but one package.’
Btw, I don’t find it a pure coincidence that I had married a guy who finishes the sentence with ‘the last but one package’ instead of ‘the 2 last packages’.
Breaking news: Belgium closes down all schools for the next 1 month for Corona.
I tell the news to the children this morning.
My daughter (14): ‘Ok, then I am starting preparations for the year end exams in 2020 earlier.’