Now I am old I can wear purple pyjama s and a red dressing gown-cos I'm in lockdown.
I spend my money on the internet on solar lights and brandy. But I say I have no money for butter.
I shall sit behind my window because i am sheilding.
I will gobble up biscuits and keep turning on the kettle.
I will waive at every one passing and put rainbows in my windows - and this will make up for the sobriety of my youth
I will wear my slippers all day and garden in my dressing gown.
I will order from Amazon and learn to facetime.
I can wear terrible clothes and grow more fat and eat three pounds os sausages in one go - or the entire contents of my vulnerable food box.
I will hoard hand santizer and toilet rolls.
But now i must not go out in the street as i am sheilding.
I cant have friends round to dinner , but I can read the papers
But mybe I ought to practice a little now what the outside world will feel like.
So the people that know me wont be startled or shaken at my disheveled appearance with awild woman hair do and purple pyjamas