Ordinary day one year later
How much of a difference a year makes last year everything was full of rituals. The last few weeks has been anything but normal. For starts both mum and dad are in all the time. I’m not allowed to meet new peoplsees and when we go walks nobody is allowed near enough to pet me. Dad calls me a soft surface. The last few days I have been getting up early to catch mum and dad going out without me…sneekys. Today I got up about 10 and went downstairs TV was speaking so mum and dad are in.
I discovered it was only dad. He was at his computer typing away. I went into kitchen and got some nibbles and a drink. Dads phone started to ring, I could tell it was mum she was waiting outside Iceland waiting for it to open at 10. Dad put harness on me and we went for a walk round the block. Outside has got very strange, some peoplsees when they see me cross the road, sometimes dad drags me onto the road to let them pass. I have not seen the lollypop man weeks. I have not seen any of my friends in weeks. Where has everyone gone? Dad said they were socially isolating, dad what exactly is a socially isolating?
Back in the house dad is talking to his computer. Mum and dad have started doing this more and more. Strange. I saw a dog I didn’t know in my street, so I warned dad, dad got annoyed because he was talking to computer and told me to shoosh. I hate computersees. Soon mum came in. Mum has stared wearing pink plastic gloves that smell horrible. The smell makes me sneeze. I don’t like them. Mum plugged into her computer, no playtime for Poppys then. Humph, go for a lie down then.
Another strange thing is lunchtime. Lunchtime use to be great, granpa would try to sneak in but I would always catch him, he would then give me some carrot put on harness and go for a walk. Now dad takes me downstairs gets me to go outside and he shuts the door so I can’t get in. Granpa chases me about the garden puts harness on and takes me for walk. Granpa doesn’t get in the house anymore. I wonder what he has done wrong. As for carrot I have to steal them for myself.
Mum told me the nasty man that put me through so much pain with jags because of Brexit had got coronaviruses. Good, I don’t like coronaviruses and I don’t like him…perfect match. He can keep them.
The rest of the afternoon is quiet. Mum and dad’s noses stuck in computersees. Even the moving picture box is not speaking. All quiet except for the mentalist next door banging away at his house for hours and hours. I think he is trying to break in to here. He has been at it for weeks and weeks. I’m not loving these new times.
It’s not all bad though. At least I am not alone, I like having mum and dad here all the time. I do miss my friends though and I have not seen granny in ages. I hope she has not fallen out with me. I’m a good girl I don’t think I have done anything bad.
Joy computersees are being put away I’m getting out the back. Mum can fight with the washing line I’m going to play with dad.
Funny how a day ends. When we came back in Mum and Dad got fancy glasses and drank a somthing from it that made lots of popping noises. The drink was alive it was bubbling away like a mad thing. Then mum gave dad boxes to open. This was the best bit I got to help dad open them.