It was hard in the beginning to keep myself occupied in self isolation. This was not helped with the news that I have been furloughed by my work. It was no real surprise considering that my company specialises in events. Hence, this pandemic has been a disaster for the organisation and the events industry as a whole.
With time on my hands I have been fortunate that I have been able to volunteer at a local Food Bank, offer my services at a nearby homeless shelter, run shopping errands for vulnerable neighbours and last but not least look after an elderly relative who has been quarantined.
The above does not take up all of my time. There are days where I am literally navel gazing my tummy button for hours on end. I was never a great reader but I have forced myself to take up a book. Sue Townsend is my choice: 'The woman who went to bed for a year' is surprisingly funny. I have disciplined myself to read a chapter a day, so should finish by the time enforced lockdown is history.
As an aside, not being able to avail myself to services of my Jamaican barber has resulted in my hair growing unfeasibly high. It will not be long before I have a proper 1970s Afro resembling Michael Jackson on his album cover 'Off the wall'. MJ appears in all his glory on his first solo album with hair to die for (before the numerous nose operations and skin lightening). Julian Assange could have comfortably holed up in Michael's bonnet for an eternity if the Ecuadorian Embassy in London hadn't opened their doors to him.
Now on Chapter 2. If I keep this up and Event Management becomes an obsolete a job as a chimney sweep, I may become literary critic. However, reading a chapter a day may not cut it in most literary circles.
Read my own view of self isolation
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