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f0xh0les

It is less than £7 @badmemory for the aerial. There is one tv up on the top floor that it might be useful for.  The tv aerial inside the loft no longer works, but I have one tv in the kitchen I use (cost £10), the facility for one in the back room - there is an aerial jack but no tv-,  one in the living room (£4), one in my bedroom (£30), one is DS2s room (£30), one in DS4s room that is A4 size (£25).   DS1 has a tv that is not digital and so it useless for anything but as a gaming monitor.   There is no reason to have a knackered tv lying around the place if it can be fixed for sub £10. That is the plan anyway, and it either needs to be fixed, or taken to the recycling centre.

kerri_gt

We are a very archaic house, one tv only (although OH got his way when the prev one got fried by lightning and current one is 50". I did put my foot down at one so big we'd have had to sit in another room to view it)...then again there's only 2 of us and the cat doesn't watch much telly.
Good news on the UCAS form, what is the course of choice?
I think I'm as bad as your boys, I knew more about politics when I watched Spitting Image (original) as a teenager than these days.

f0xh0les

Urgh, limbo banking weekends suck.

The boys love R4's news quiz, and HIGNFY on BBC1, and Nick Abb0tt on LBC at the weekend,  I am sure it  must sink in somewhere.

I think I am sad today. Got up early as usual, loaded my supply of white powder into the boot of  the car so they would stop complaining about the smell of laundry powder.   Posted my last survey letter for 6months, my coat pocket rewarded me with a £2 coin. Thank you!  Then came home via the boot of my car which is full of 17p fizzy pop (0 calorie) which tastes just fine with a slice of lemon or lime in it. 

Had breakfast, had coffee, watched the news, had another coffee,  DH got up eventually, and I went into the kitchen to make candles out of all the stubby bits that have not burnt properly.  6 (small) pringles tin sized candles made for the price of a new wick.  Cleared out the shelving above the washing machine which was full of bits of left over stuff from diy projects and DH's car experiments and stubby ends of candles.  So a bit more space cleared and cleaned.  It feels never-ending, so I cleaned the bathroom mirror while I was at it.  Then watched utter tat films on C5 while folding all the laundry and returned it all to its owners.

The 5-a-day f&v was completed at lunchtime.  Irish stew and soda bread, followed by a massive fruit salad  with 8 different fruits in it.  Fruitbowl still full. Everybody happy, job done.  So salad and chips and pretend fishcakes (seaweed flavoured just like the fish) for supper.   I could not be bothered with the lasagne, so that will have to appear later in the week instead. DH wanted to cook, he has had a lazy stress reducing day reading his book and watching football and just chillin' in his throne.  So if he wants to cook, he can cook!

I have the most god-awful craving for chocolate that I am fighting against with all my might - so much so that I have gone and put my pyjamas on so that I can't go to the petrol station and buy some.  I do have cocoa, so might make a mug of that later if the craving has not gone by 8.30. I am allowing myself the option anyway.   That is why I do not have crisps or biscuits in the house often. I eat them.  If I have to make them first, I eat fewer of them.

I only have one soda bread loaf left.  Those pesky lodgers, Mr Somebody and Mr Nobody have been peckish, and had demolished the whole fruit loaf before lunchtime, and then the plain wholemeal loaf disappeared with lunch, and somehow 1/4 of the walnut loaf has gone too.  It is very difficult living with invisible people who eat stuff. I was informed it  had even made a guest appearance in DS1s English lesson.  Who knew?

I was hoping for snow tomorrow, but the forecast has changed. It is to be dry now until Tuesday instead of cold and wet.   The wind is getting up though, it is whistling down the chimney something shocking. 

And so another fun and thrilling Saturday night has rolled around again.  No going out for dinner, no dancing, no hanging around public places making a nuisance of ourselves.  Just staying home, keeping safe, and protecting the NHS.  By  all the Gods it is getting boring though!

mark55man

I agree - I'm easily pleased, and open to most entertainments, but even I am finding it a bit monotonous at the moment.  If we hadn't had all the political excitement over the pond and hours spent watching CNN it would have been worse.  as it is I logged in specifically to drown myself in twitter for 30 minutes before the news is on.  that, ladies and gents is a wild Saturday night chez 2021

kerri_gt

Someone on Faceache went on a chastising rant about how we should all be #makingmemories and #makingthebestofit and should #feelblessedwehavenetflix. I wanted to slap them right into next weekend, albeit they wouldn't have noticed as it will be just like this weekend too 🤦‍♀️

Viking_mfw

Think we're all feeling a bit that way now. I put my pjs on for similar reasons @f0xh0les - only for me it's icecream from the coop. 

VintageHistorian

I've been banging on about this on Twitter and work Zoom calls recently, but I got a book a few weeks ago called "Blitz Spirit" by Becky Brown. It's a collection of exerpts from various WW2 diaries held at the Mass Observation Archive, and I found some of the similarities between us and Covid, and the diarists and the Home Front to be really fascinating.

One diarist in September 1941 wrote that she was fed up with how few pleasures she now had to help compensate for the work day as her friends had all left, there was no petrol to go anywhere anyway, and due to rationing food and drink was monotonous, "Everything is seems reduced to a vast, drab boringness". Another, in May 1940 (less than a year in to things!) wrote "I am extremely bored by the war, and so, it appears, is everyone else."

Nowadays we bang on about "Oh everyone helped each other during the war and we all came together as a nation", but judging by these diaries (and others published in other diary collections) plenty of people were bored, fed up, sick and tired of the entire thing and couldn't wait for it all to be over so they could go back to some semblance of a normal life, without gas masks and blackout curtains. It's good to know that these people, held up as exemplars of patience and sacrifice to us, were equally as human as we are now, and just as cross about the whole thing as well!

kerri_gt

VH some of those quotes sound familiar, i might see if i can get hold of the book.
You're right,  it's nice to know they were all human back then,  I wonder in another 60 yrs if we'll all be held in the same regard how we 'all came together whilst we were apart and had jolly zoom parties and kitchen discos, queued patiently in the rain for toilet roll and the entire country took up walking ...whilst glossing over the fact booze and takeaway sales shot through the roof, sales of ladies razors plummeted and living in pyjamas became socially acceptable 🤔😁

kerri_gt

borrowed from Faceache.
I also feel for the poor folks who were in their late teens/early 20s living though WWI only for 20yrs later to go through it all again.

f0xh0les

The last time we went anywhere outside the house together was DS3's birthday, and it is his birthday again on Tuesday. We have had 2 takeaways this year. No meals out.  No eating out to help out.

I have not zoomed a single soul, and I have no job to take my mind off it.  Whiney this morning ain't I?   Anybody got a violin?

However, we are all well, and let's face it, it cannot go on forever. There is coffee in the pot, food in the pantry, I am in a good position. Nobody in my little family is sick or has died  (do not borrow trouble!) and I think really I am just going a little bit stir-crazy inside my tiny world. r

I should probably just bake a cake, but I will need to do that tomorrow for DS3s birthday, so I can't even do that.