Lockdown Week Three

Three weeks into lockdown, we're still in one piece, the house is now looking pristine, we've dusted and shined every surface we see now only the air left to clean. We've searched every cranny, we've looked high and low but still there's no sign of our Puss, I think that last night she decided to go, got fed up with being over-fussed. The missus each day in her favourite pyjamas, and slippers, just wanders about, but when she turns round, well, it really alarms us, there's a hole,and her bum's hanging out. We've tried to eat healthily, bought the right stuff, organic, and calorie free, but now it's got boring, and I'm feeling rough so it's baked beans on pizza for me. A real ale delivery is next on the cards, it's top of the list on our plans, don't know where to put it, there's nowhere to go since the larder is full of beer cans. At least we're all civil, no rows or profanity, for three weeks now we've all been stuck, I'm off to the shops,now, quite proud of my sanity with mask on, and dressed as a duck.