So today was a little different. Jumped out of bed. It’s a Saturday. I quickly realised it’s irrelevant what day it is…so it’s simply Day 2….but the sea looks so damn inviting.

Did the exercise routine…hung with the kids…manscaped myself to within an inch of my life…mopped the house…played bat and ball…ate…slept and hit the pino at about 3pm…why not. And now I’m writing this, after a quick distraction with Google’s 3D animals in the house. Scratching my head to think of anything profound I might have learned today…all I’m doing is scratching my head.

Looking way more forward to setting fire to some dead tree stuff in a metal bowl on legs, and cooking dead flesh over the flames, than I ever have…I can’t fucking wait, and I want it to take a long time…so maybe that’s something…could there be hidden pleasures we’ve all been missing out on because we have / had so many damn options? Who knows. I’ll let you know tomorrow….Oh, I’m also wondering if ‘lockdown’ is one word or two?