Inside the Doll’s House

Today is the first day of the great NZ lockdown and it’s already getting weird. For those of us who love to walk and talk - usually at the same time- this is going to be challenging. So we decided to get the Walkie Talkie Dolls out of the toy box and see what happens-hyposocial media, bubble games and too much Netflix is going to make us all a little crazy, so a few laughs might be good. Already FB seems to be showing up how bored a lot of people are - old photos, weird memes about loving each other and random old music videos- too much time on our much washed hands. This will soon morph into creative ways to chew your own arm off or why you should not poke knitting needles into the eye of annoying husbands. And curtain twitching is already a thing, a legitimate pastime. The gas bottle truck just drove up the street- the only vehicle since I woke up this morning and I found myself staring out the window to look at it.

Also, this no exercise thing is a bit scary; I think the best thing will be to spend the whole month in clothes that are stretchy with elasticised waists - the damage won’t be quite so obvious. When we finally crack open our front doors and emerge, blinking and waving white hankies, we will all be fatter, hairier, better read and hopefully we will appreciate our friends and family a little more - absence really will make the heart grow fonder.

But in the meantime, yesterday would have been Brian’s 71st birthday- we all still miss that Legend-and as a nod to the occasion, one of his old friends down south posted these hilarious photos of the naughty boys in Dunedin sharing a meal outside in the street - maybe we will be able to get to that later - kiwi weirdness has been around for a long time- now our quirky ways are getting another chance to shine.

Kia kaha from L+