My husband:
‘I am back from having switched the summer tyres to winter ones.
I didn’t exactly remember where the garage was, but I realised that during Covid these things are slightly less complicated. So I set in the GPS the address where I went by car last time: in May, switching the winter tyres to summer ones..’
How do you know it’s really 2020:
When on a cold winter day during Covid lockdown the postman delivers you your traffic fine that you collected on the family trip in Italy last summer.
In Belgium during these Covid times we have special measures introduced, just like most other countries.
One of the new rules is that when visiting a cafe, restaurant etc, we need to leave our name and phone number – in case later there is an illness reported, it helps traceability, so we, clients, can be properly warned/informed.
I visited an ice cream salon during the weekend. Not to stay & eat it there of course, just pick up and leave quick.
So I am approaching the salon carefully in a mouth mask… ordering the ice cream in 10 seconds.. pay contactless.. then I move to the last step to give my contact details.
This particular ice cream salon chose to collect data in an open list.
Now you might wonder – once I work in the data protection business – if I made a remark on the fact that I can see all clients’ personal data before me so it’s not completely following requirements of GDPR… but it was the least of my concern this time.
How come?
In the spirit of client health & safety, all customers indeed need to register their personal data — using the same pen.
Just received a reminder of my Facebook post from 4 us ago..
The Good Old Times when we considered Brexit being the most surreal thing ever in our lives..
My face in case the Holy Sketcher after having drawn the eyes would have completely forgotten about the rest.
Private train
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.
‘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 morning:
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..
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.
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’.
Peace..
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.’
