Ode to the Sabbath (lockdown diaries)
O glorious Sunday! You are awake and alive. Time to put on your bestest, most ornate face covering, dash to your local cafe slash bakery and reward yourself with a nice double espresso and a chocolate croissant (maybe even a chocolate brownie to keep up your lockdown curves). You can then enjoy the treats whilst walking back home, severely avoiding any naughty early riser who happens to invade your assigned corridor. Particularly the woman barking “Jesus loves you” through a megaphone on the corner of Wyndham road (seriously gurrl, that early?) O the little things in life.