The second month

The black swirl is Mr Monkey making a hasty exit. The teeny man wearing a white shirt and black waistcoat isn’t actually.

Lockdown in rural France...second month started today...zippedy doo dah not

Sometimes i think i could get along quite well without Mr Monkey (cat) (alpha) in my life.

This evening I refused to give him more supper. (Lockdown has made him bulimic.) So he went out, plucked something out of the air, toyed with it long enough to cover the whole room in feathers, didn’t eat it or anything but left it there for me to find, with a wee note pinned to its poor little chest, which read (the note, not the chest...DO follow): “i will deliver another one every half hour until my demands are met.”

I was surprised by his command of English.

But I caved in.

Ho hum. Only another 648 hours to go.