#BrusselsLockdown, day 3. Banish all despondency and pessimism, this is a time for family togetherness and creativity, sharing our hopes and fears, uniting in laughter over a board game or a jigsaw, cooking nourishing meals and really taking the time to talk to one another.
Is it fuck.
Exhibits C and D
Main observation: it is really dark in our house, except up in my attic lair where no bastard may venture unless they are (i) me (ii) a very silent whippet or (iii) bearing tea and biscuits.
Supplementary observation: I could probably be finding something witty and intelligent to say about this whole situation if it was not so damn LOUD here. If L doesn't stop honking at his mates like an enraged goose I will not be responsible for my actions.
Further observation: Is there a danger that the feckless, playstation obsessed school children of Brussels will see this whole lockdown scenario as a good thing (yes there is)?
Yet further observation: the nonsensical comments on Le Soir's live blog are squeezing my head like a vice, yet they appear in the main liveblog so I cannot avoid them and this is a terrible, terrible thing.
Other observation: This really has to stop soon or my liver will give out. We tried to make martinis on Saturday and ended up drinking pints of gin, then we perfected our technique on Sunday and there is plenty of gin left and oh god, my head.
Linked observation: My sensitivity to noise/internet stupidity may be in some way related to this, I leave you to draw your own conclusions.
Wholly unrelated observation: HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THIS. Do you like the cover? I do.