Tag: Hot tub

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#SoCS – Dreaming of better times

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I don’t know about anyone else, but Mr D and I find our mojo is somewhat flagging by the time Friday comes round. It’s a strange phenomenon, considering neither of us has a long commute to work. Walk downstairs, open the study door, boot up laptops. It’s a far cry from washing, dressing, grabbing a coffee in a travel mug, scraping ice from the cars, and driving an hour plus to our respective offices. Yet, come 5pm on Friday we are on our knees.

We have just enough get-up-and-go to load up with a few beers/gin-and-tonics, tiptoe over the flagstones to the hot tub (weather permitting) and soak our weary bodies for an hour. By the time we emerge, relaxed and steaming, we feel a little more alive again.

I don’t recall feeling this drained at the end of a ‘normal’ working week. Maybe this whole work-from-home lark saps ones energy in a different way. Or maybe interacting with our colleagues helps to juice up our batteries. Who knows. All I know is I am, like millions of others, desperate to go on holiday. I can’t wait to see flags flying in the breeze on some tropical beach, that involves a few hours flying time to get there!

In the meantime, we will continue to hunker down, be good citizens, and dream of exotic destinations whilst drinking our way through a flagon (yes indeed, an actual flagon – cool Christmas pressy) of Lindisfarne mead.

Cheers my dears.

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SoCS – lockdown makes work for idle hands

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This week Linda has challenged us to write a post containing the word ‘deep’. Challenge accepted.

I imagine that lockdown has provided everyone with the opportunity to do a Spring clean, a deep clean. My Spring cleans don’t usually involve copious quantities of antiseptic solution, but this Spring is anything but normal, and the house is gleaming.

With the inside taken care of, my attention has turned to the outside. Mr D has lawn envy. Every day he drools as our neighbour’s grass cutting robot wanders out to cut the front grass. I caught him measuring our grass, which looks more like a moss haven, and researching different models of robot. Stage one commences this morning. A new lawn scarifier has arrived. I imagine that by lunchtime today we will be knee deep in piles of extracted moss.

One thing’s for sure, by 5pm today we will be deep-soaking our tired bodies in the hot tub, drinking a couple of well-earned cool beers, probably Coronas and lime wedges just for the irony of it all.