I haven’t worn real shoes for 3 weeks.

Or jewellery.

Or real pants for that matter.

As for make-up, well that’s a joke. A little tinted moisturiser.

Makes you realise you can actually get away with a fairly minimal lifestyle.

Not that I would want to.

I’ve trialled that environmentally friendly deodorant I’ve had for a while. The one I’ve been too scared to test out in the big wide world.

It doesn’t work.

I’m not a smelly person but I feel fairly certain, after doing a Les Mills workout, there were whiffs in the air that may have been coming from my armpits.

Not in the pleasant range.

On the plus side, in lockdown, without any effort on my part, without using all of these little luxuries, I have been able to spend time on myself.

I’ve slept. A lot. And slept well.

Those bags under my eyes are diminishing. Of course they will never disappear, it’s all part of my inheritance. From my mum. Red hair, white freckly skin. Shows up every little flaw, even amongst the freckles.

My tiredness is diminishing.

My head is clearing, just a little.

Hell I did my first jigsaw in probably 30 years. And finished it. Albeit it took a week.

I thought I may learn a little more about my home country by choosing this one.

Alas, age was against me.

I must have looked a sight (of old age), glasses perched on my nose, looking through a magnifying square (yes that’s it in the left hand corner) to try and see what was written on any one of those 500 pieces. I couldn’t. In the end it was put together by shape and colour.

I’ve baked. Maybe a few too many banana cakes.

I’ve read.

Listened to music, Smooth FM, Melbourne.

I’ve walked.

A lot. And learnt about our local area.

An area we both thought we actually knew.

Christchurch has about 750 parks.

We’ve found at least ten of them within a 2km range of our place.

Many with streams running through.

Frankie is delighted, provided there aren’t those snappy little, sharp toothed eels. Or sharp rocks.

To be honest, this is pretty crap for everyone, but I am truly enjoying the beauty of this town, and our neighbourhood. I’m pleased this is where we ended up in ‘iso’.

It’s actually not such a bad gig.

At day 23.

Happy Easter everyone, we didn’t get to Church Mr Trump.

The world knew that wouldn’t happen.

It’s just you who didn’t.