The Worst Lockdown Job

We started this Lockdown with a list of tasks we didn’t want to do, but ought to. 

Our thinking was that there was no better time than during Lockdown the cold dark winter months.

However, we soon discovered that if we were feeling a little depressed, doing a horrible job like sorting out the loft did not make us feel any better.  So we let ourselves off.

But now that we have a roadmap out of Lockdown, we are more motivated.  One day, we will have more exciting prospects than decluttering our drawers.  So we should probably use these last few weeks getting through dull tasks.  I guess.

The job that we REALLY did not want to do was revise our very out-of-date will, made when the children were minors.

Now in their twenties, we figured that they might not appreciate having to go and live with our friends Nick and Jackie as the will stipulated previously.  And indeed, Nick and Jackie might have been surprised when they arrived, suitcases in hand.

So last weekend saw us on Zoom with a professional will-writer having a conversation which largely consisted of phrases like ‘If I got hit by a bus…’, ‘Any of us could get hit by a bus tomorrow…’ & ‘What if we all got hit by a bus…?’

It feels good to have done this.  But even so, I am still going to be very, very careful of buses from now on.