It’s the end of lockdown. 16 weeks. 112 days. 2,688 hours.
Like most people I’ve developed new routines.
Some of which I now need to change.
My evening routine broadly consisted of;
Guinness (the sustenance of life, it’s good for you)
Newspapers (reading about the events of the previous day)
Snacking (Chilli Heatwave Doritos, jalapeño coleslaw, sour cream and chive dip)
BBC Ten O’clock News (a preview of the papers I’d be reading the following day)
Comedy (an episode each night to bring some levity, Taskmaster till I ran out of episodes, then IT Crowd)
See you at The Vanbrugh soon or anywhere else once I’ve had my haircut.
