It's Clearly A Sign

Outside, some non-specific roadworks have been moved slightly west so that the temporary traffic light with the large red sign saying WAIT HERE UNTIL GREEN LIGHT SHOWS is right outside my house.  It seems very appropriate.  Because what else can we do right now except wait for the green light? 

I'm still having weird days of illness but it's all sort of merging into general porcine lethargy now.  I do a little work, faddle around a bit with stuff in the house, do a bit more work, have some lunch and then nap.  Do a little more work, and so on.  Try to unblock the sink.  There isn't enough boiling water, vinegar, bicarbonate of soda, Mr Muscle (and his various associates) in the world to unblock this motherfucker.  It's going to have to be snaked.  It is currently making belchy snoring noises after being fed several kettles, a lot of vinegar, and then vigorously plunged.

A delivery guy today told me that it was hush-hush but that lockdown was likely to end on 11 May.  I'm no more likely to believe a delivery guy than someone on Twitter or Boris Johnson (wherever he is) but it's a nice thought that 11 May might be the day we get green-lit.   In the meantime I should probably do some work.