Here we too are cutting ourselves off from the world as it goes to hell. Just putting the everlasting last touches on the renovation but we have been listed on forsalebyowner.com for a couple of weeks and having had a couple of serious lookers we have been overtaken by events and everything is shut down. Sorry to hear you are running out of projects -but if that were truly the case you would only be the victim of a lack of imagination. Here people are working away in their basements hacking ventilators for themselves and the masses before the local hospitals run out. Or giving impromptu concerts from their balconies in more crowded neighborhoods were density has gone 3-D. Or getting in touch with old friends by various platforms like Zoom and other teleconferencing internet things. Or putting the rams in to the ewes on April Fools day as usual and maybe a celebratory lamb roast for the occasion from one of 'The Man's' compadres who he himself will join in the freezer after 1.5 more menstrual cycles in case he misses the first opportunity. It sounds heartless but the world cannot absorb the natural increase of my herd for long with twins every 12 months, half of whom are female who repeat the process after an initial 18 month lead-up.
You may wish to work out the length or time before my flock of 8 is spread over the solid fifth of the globe at 1 square meter per animal. I have done the same for humanity at a mere 2% per annum increase, a double every 40 years and 11 doublings ie 440 years are all that's required to fill and share their allotted square meter with one or more of my sheep ( who will have preceded us by at least 300 years ) by which time someone will have to go and that will be only the beginning of a real sh*tstorm.
Our prime minister might be getting second thoughts. Being part of a smug upper-class holy roller church they surreptitiously greet bad news with joy, knowing that the immediate, pending or coming Great Tribulation will thin and clean up the earth for the faithful servants of Jesus, namely them, living forever in affluence and basking in His radiant glory. But there is evidence emerging that disaster makes no distinction on grounds of faith or station and the hammer falls where it may. So its better to be safe than sorry and plan for the next election and a safe sinecure under usual and conventional skies. One of his ministers even has it (or more) and we all make time for special prayers for his (their) speedy recovery.
A friend phones us occasionally to give advice. Yesterday she wanted to buy half a lamb but we only have 4 little guys to kill and are still buying dinner while we affectionately scratch their backs and rumps, measuring their prospects in terms of need versus greed -they are growing pretty slowly on a weekly basis. She also wanted to include the Penguin house in her air bnb operation for (now unemployed) young overseas agricultural workers who are being exploited by many including the Burnie Mayor who has been called to account for providing substandard accommodation. Of course we were hoping to sell and move into the as yet uncontaminated and unfilled space and are leery about tenants seeing as evictions are about to be prohibited for God knows how long in these times. My next job is to apply preservative, seal and tile the bathroom and laundry floor and I am thinking then to turn it over to the local hospital or authorities for a few more beds for the very sick, maybe even with a few hacked and home- built ventilators (NPL) which will be very welcome by then however unreliable.
I saw a movie once (Pulp Fiction) with John Travolta in which I seem to recall a makeshift defibrillator was used by UNPLUGGING and cutting a lamp off the cord/pulling the two wires apart/skinning the ends and tieing around two spoons. Rubber gloves are also invaluable. Or maybe it was a famous Australian court case for murder that happened a block away from my wife's childhood and her father's forever home in the Western Suburbs of Sydney. It was in a small apartment block on the corner of Liverpool Road and she used to cut through the hall and courtyard on her way home from school unbeknownst to her parents who even then, (over 50 years ago) had warned her away. This pair of pedophiles had conned a worthless young single mother into leaving her two kids with them, a boy and a girl, for free daycare while she spent her days hassle free and making the CES-required job contacts.The little girl was alright and details were never released but in good conscience they had tried to revive the little boy after he stopped breathing by the above. And so we all long secretly and tearfully in our heart of hearts for a human cull.
Meanwhile my wife and I have gone through the 2nd stage of self isolation; dividing the house in half with the hall necessarily common property, all over a morning tiff about how long stale beans should be soaked before boiling. Closeness is the predilection of humanity until it has actually been achieved and plumbed to its depths.
Love from George and Marilyn.
See this and more on georgesmileyblog.blogspot.com and there is also georgesmileyart.blogspot.com if you haven't been there. Contact me if you would like an opportunity to read or edit any of two books authored by myself during your confinements. And be warned that at least three times more people have pronounced them sh*t than masterpieces and I neither trust nor am I offended by either judgement. But secretly and tearfully we long.......