I'm in procession of an I.O.U. A highly prized I.O.U. It entitles the bearer (me) to as many hugs as is deemed necessary post-C19. I'm not sure my calculator has enough 0s to calculate such a number, though I'm sure James and I will be monitoring it closely.
In these crazy, crazy times it was, despite a distinct lack of hugging (see above), a shot in the arm to finally see James & Janneke again on Sunday. A diet of phone calls and FaceTiming only goes so far. So breaking bread with them in their lovely garden was, undoubtedly, the highlight of my year so far.
James told me his employer has informed him and the rest of his team that they can expect to be working from home till at least next January. January! (And yet our esteemed government are quite happy to see us traipse back into
death pits pubs from July 4th). Sorry, I digress.
A very talented artist on James' team has been secretly drawing his work colleagues during lockdown. This appeared on my Twitter feed yesterday:
|Auditioning for Scooby Doo (James in the green tee shirt)|
I hope you get to cash that in very soon, John. Certainly before January.ReplyDelete
I will, don't worry.Delete
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Teams that unfortunately don't meet in caffs at the momentReplyDelete
Indeed. And as I keep telling people, it's caffs I miss most; not pubs. I can't wait to start revisiting my favourite greasy spoons in town when all this madness is over.Delete