It's well and truly cabin fever in lockdown Ireland. You're not supposed to go further than five Kilometres unless you're going to work, visiting a grave, shopping, going to a wedding or a funeral or you're a farmer who wants to go and look at a cow. There are some other reasons too.
So I walked into the kitchen the other day from the "new" front room. The wife was putting the crockery in the Welsh Dresser and then she started taking the HP sauce and tomato sauce( they call it " the red sauce" over here) and other condiments off the kitchen table. I heard myself say:
"We'll be using them again tonight!"
J turned round and said:
" It's not Coronation Street".
Oh dear. It's going to be a long long lockdown. Why does everything have to be moved every day?