Gloom lifted by some girly chat
The thought of a socially-distanced future with nothing to look forward to has sent me into a nose-dive.
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Hide AdAnd even our Marvel-film-watching bonanza has just seen the evil Thanos defeat both the Avengers and the Guardians of the Galaxy. So, what’s the point?
I simply can’t be bothered any more. I get up late, still feeling exhausted, and slob down for a breakfast of chocolate bourbons and cake.
Thank goodness I don’t have to home-school small children, or else they’d all be addicted to daytime soaps by now.
Grunting Teen, though, is getting concerned.
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Hide Ad“Mum, you haven’t made me play basketball for four days now, or bullied me into going for a walk, or checked I’ve done my assignments.”
The Nearly Beloved is also on my case.
“Are you ever going to change out of that pair of trackie bottoms? And can we please not have fishfingers and chips for tea again. Or at least give us some peas with it!”
I nod uncommittedly as they disappear off to their various workstations for their busy days.
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Hide AdI, on the other hand, sweep aside several empty crisp packets from the sofa and plonk myself in front of the telly.
I ignore the cobweb hanging in the corner, the crumbs on the carpet and the dust on the window ledge – I mean, at the end of the day, does it matter whether we perish from Covid-19 or an overdose of domestic dirt?
I must have dozed off again as the next thing I hear is my boys whispering conspiratorially in the kitchen.
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Hide Ad“Mum,” says Grunting Teen, shaking me, “I need you to take me for a walk.”
“I’ve already been for a walk to the shop to get some fishfin… to get some tea,” I say, ignoring him.
“Yeah, but now you’re allowed to go out more than once a day for exercise.”
“Are we?” I say.
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Hide Ad“Yes, remember. We’re on stay alert now rather than stay at home.”
“Yes, that’s right,” agrees the Nearly-Beloved, “and you can even meet another family member if you stay outside at a safe distance.”
My ears prick up.
Could this mean I can chat to Darling Daughter again, making a change from the testosterone-fuelled conversations which focus on unfunny jokes about bodily functions?
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Hide AdI feel a faint hope stir within and allow my son to fetch my coat and shoes.
As we walk the extra miles to his sister’s flat, Grunting Teen gives me a pep talk.
“Mum, I think you need to get a grip and get back on top of things. After all, this won’t last for ever. We’re not being bombed and we’re not short of food. So, actually we’re pretty well-off.”
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Hide AdI stare at him. Is he parroting my own words back to me? Are we in some kind of role-reversal world?
And then all of a sudden, here I am, in the garden of Darling Daughter’s flat.
A window opens and a familiar face appears.
I’ve seen it many times on Zoom or Skype, but it’s different here in the flesh, even if it’s two metres away.
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Hide Ad“Mum! Oh, it’s brilliant to see you. You’re looking great. I love that choppy fringe look - it makes your eyes look bigger.”
Even though I know she’s lying and has been forewarned about the Nearly-Beloved’s disastrous haircutting attempts, my heart sings at seeing her again.
“So mum, I’ve been practising decorating my nails in lockdown,” she says, danling her hands in front of me. “Which style do you prefer?”
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Hide Ad“Errm, I think I’ll get off home now and leave you two to chat,” says Grunting Teen.
And so, we talk, a mum and daughter conversation – light-hearted, fun and frothy – not a hint of testosterone and all mention of bodily functions banned.
I’m only there half an hour, but my spirits lift and optimism springs anew.
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Hide AdI rush home, Dettox the house from top to bottom and make a healthy casserole ready for yet another film night.
Apparently, that wasn’t the last Marvel episode – I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a happy ending.