Lazing on a Tuesday afternoon.. - In the name of Thiago - Day 80

After an hour and a half on the phone trying to get through to ICT at work to resolve an issue with my ability to work at home, I rang the boss and declared that this wasn’t going to happen. It’s a bit of a pisser to give up a whole day of my time when I wasn’t planning on it but at least my conscience is clear. Frankly at any rate, there are bigger fish to fry in local government comms right now.

So instead I retired to the garden with a glass of wine and read the paper. Well that was a mistake. What I don’t think I need now is more information overload on coronavirus. We’ll all be bloody experts at this rate! Nope I should have got my nose in a book instead, that would have been a far more positive and relaxing experience. Ah well, next time.

While I’ve been achieving precisely fuck all today, the girls have been in overdrive by comparison. Elisa, as you can see, briefly commandeered the summerhouse for a cello practice. She was supposed to have a lesson online with her music teacher from school but the technology failed and that’s been put back to 10am tomorrow.

Under any normal circumstances that would have been put pay to any meaningful practice but today not so. Maybe Elisa’s even starting to have had enough of doing diddly squat.

If you stayed with that all the way through (doffs cap for feats of endurance if you did), you may just have been able to make out that this was from Offenbach’s Orpheus in the Underworld, music for the Can-Can.

Eventually Elisa began to complain of blistered fingers and I deemed it appropriate for her to have the rest of the day off. I’m good like that you know. From there her enthusiasm went from wavering to plummeting  to eventually, Dad I think I’ll just have a bit of a lie down.

Now it was Angelica’s turn to exert her authority on the summerhouse. Due to our garden being north facing, we don’t get all that much sunshine in the garden – it’s frustratingly fleeting when it does put in an appearance – but this is one spot that truly captures it. I suppose it’s still warm and it won’t even be British Summertime until the weekend so I shouldn’t be too ambitious!

Tonight I plan to have a remote yoga lesson. My teacher has got me to download an app called Zoom. I’ve not used it before so let’s see how that goes. Not sure if I’m going to be joined by any of my other classmates but come what may, I shall give it a bash.

I almost forgot to share with you another comedy moment with Elisa. After sitting down to watch the PM’s address to the nation last night, Elisa turned to me and said: “Hang on, is this guy really in charge?’ I did consider responding with, ‘No darling that would be Dominic’ but just chuckled instead. Stay safe folks.