I remember the early days of lockdown wfh. Blazing sun. I had a zoom training thing. I thought I'd take full advantage of the unique sitch, nobody would be seeing me online (huge conference) so I thought fuck it and on with the bikini and out with the perishing vintage garden sun lounger.
You've guessed it, my Mediterranean arse sunk right through the now perished lounger, laptop dropped on the floor.
By the time I'd pulled my shit together again I'd missed the chance to log in to my first lockdown zo and they had reached full capacity.
Oh those halcyon days of whf being a sweet summer novelty in the middle of a dystopian nightmare.
Just thank LJC that by the time the dystopian nightmare became my real life nightmare, i found this nefarious cabal of heinous ninnies. Mithering day and night and maintaining a fine balance between comedy, pure drilled down facts, unbridled wonderment and unfettered surrealism.