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Lockdown Lethargy: Limp Lettuce

This morning, I woke up feeling like a bit of limp lettuce.  The last time I felt like a Butterhead, was after I had run 5 kilometres.

Untitled design-65This morning, I woke up feeling like a bit of limp lettuce.  The last time I felt like a Butterhead, was after I had run 5 kilometres. Even back in the day, when I was at my athletic best, I was always better suited to running (very) short distances. 🏃‍♀️

Insomnia is the main contributor to this overwhelming feeling of lethargy.  What I think about when staring at the ceiling, doesn’t help, nor does the cat being sick at 02.45 a.m. – Mental note to self. Don’t feed the cat just before you go to bed.


I’ve no real plans for today. The highlight, as always, will be losing myself in the fields for an hour, with Cassie the Blog Dog.  Taking time to stare into the limpid pools of the gorgeous Jersey girls, who are enjoying life in a field with a view.  Not a care in the world.

After that, I think I’ll defrost the freezer. There’s precious little left in it now.  Half a bag of chips have been in there since March 2019, but, waste not, want not, they will be eaten.  Everything edible will be consumed during lockdown like the jar of crystalised honey I’ve just finished.  There is only one well-stocked food cupboard which is for floof consumption. Still, if all else fails, we can tuck into a sachet or two of fine flakes of chicken in jelly, and share a packet of Good Boys while watching Netflix.


Delight washes over me when a fresh produce delivery arrives.  Last time they delivered, the size of their onions made my eyes water.  Two weeks on, and I’ve still got one left. There is nothing quite like organically grown produce.

Then, delight turns to despair. Not everything I ordered is there, due to the lockdown demand. To make matters worse, I ordered eight 2.27G bags of potatoes, instead of eight baking potatoes. Fortunately, the supplier, despite the pressure they are currently working under, viewed my online ordering blunder with understanding, and swapped eight 2.27G bags with eight baking potatoes. 

My day is made after another doorstep delivery arrives. Twenty-four bottles of Peroni. If I put a couple of bottles in the fridge now, they’ll be nicely chilled by the time I’ve finished defrosting the freezer. 

Cheers 🍻

Thank you very much for visiting my niche-less blog! If you have time before you leave, would love you to tell us what you think. All the best, Tessa Barrie

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