Freedom
It is impossible for me to say the word, “freedom” without remembering Mel Gibson painted in blue woad and showing his arse to the English in the slightly historically inaccurate Braveheart.
As our quarantine comes to an end I can reassure people that I am not intending to celebrate in a kilt. In fact, I am not sure how to celebrate so I asked the family what we should do.
Amy decided to forego William Wallace and, instead, channeled her inner Marie Antoinette as she suggested that we eat cake. I think Amy really just wanted to eat the cake herself.
Physically we are all feeling much better (and not just because our sugar consumption rivals that of a small chocolate factory). The body aches and fevers have passed and now it is mainly coughs and sneezes. Emily still hasn’t got her sense of taste back, which is probably good as I have been doing a lot of the cooking. Emily’s reaction to the news that I might have to cook for the foreseeable future is captured in this video.
Mentally things have been tougher. Joseph is not, it is fair to say, impressed with his new teachers. Personally, I see no problem with reintroducing the concept of the cane but apparently the only cane in our house is sugar cane! I have also realised that expulsion is not an option (unless, perhaps, it is to a tent in the garden). As the days drag by more extreme ways of passing the time have been needed.
On a more serious note, we hope everyone is well and managing in these challenging circumstances. While social distancing has meant that even giving someone an actual hug is no longer an option there have been unexpected alternatives floating around, including the return of the Hoff. I defy anyone not to be happy at the return of the Knight Rider.
