Yesterday I secured a mini victory in the impossible mission of sorting out a house with no money, no shops and no tradesman. I found a happily foolproof way of attaching things to 200 year old wars and I went on a little wall-fixing frenzy,
Paintings, prints, masks, the whole kit and caboodle went up on the walls yesterday. I’m most pleased with the mirror below. I put it up there because I thought it would reflect light around the house, something which is important when you only have light coming in from certain directions.
What thrilled me most wasn’t that it worked brilliantly but now when I am in the kitchen and look left, it looks like I have a window where the mirror is. The fascinating thing about my dining room window which you can see in the reflection is that the garden outside is not my own by my neighbours.
For some totally unknown Georgian or Victorian reason, the row of houses are all in a straight line but the gardens don’t run off at 90 degrees and instead are at a weirdly perpendicular angle and so in my back garden I look up and see my neighbours house on my left whilst from in my house I mostly look out and see my neighbours garden on the right. These are the unexpected things you discover when you live in a house almost as old as the USA.
Yesterday I also had to go to the bank to pay in a cheque. I’ve haven’t been inside a building other than my own for months; I’m very good at keeping inside as my blog shows and I have a very kindly postman who even picks up my letters and posts them or takes them to the sorting office for me.
It also gave me a good excuse to use my fancy mask. This last winter being the first this century where I haven’t been in hospital or an emergency medical facility of some sort without some sort of chest virus or pneumonia like condition, I was well aware of the Coronavirus back in December and got myself this.
It is apparently about the highest grade mask you can get and filters out 99.5% of contaminants and used by a select group including the SAS and those brave doctors in Africa who worked in the field hospitals during the Ebola outbreaks. It has two replaceable filters which over 6 to 8 months fill with carbon from breathing or just from the atmosphere and if you press the central valve, you know when it needs replacing as absolutely no air will come through.
I remember listening to a funny podcast by a comedian who was walking around London and he saw someone with an incredible mask and he said he realised he was suffering from mask-envy and the mask he was envious about turned out to be mine. How nice that you can have fancy cars and private yachts that money can’t buy you everything… especially when what you want is sold out with waiting times of several months.
As soon as I got in the bank I could see the staff staring and when I got to the counter, the lady teller said that she liked my mask and hadn’t seen one like that before. I’m not sure if that counts for being chatted up in these virus ridden times.
I made her laugh as I replied it looks and sounds like something out of Star Wars and then joking that to be honest I feel naked wearing it in a bank without my gun. That pretty much brought the house down and probably says a lot about the dire straights everyone is in and how quiet and unlikely a place my bank is to suffer from an armed robbery. Or maybe that even with a space age mask and no money, I still come over as someone who would never be an armed-robber. Dammit, no-one ever takes me seriously!