Coronavirus Diary 50 – Of Woodlice and men

I remember reading Of Mice And Men At School, it was in the 80’s when it was politically incorrect to be taught Shakespeare which had lasted centuries and so we read significant work from the early 20th century which now too is seen to have its problems.

Maybe it is time for someone to write a fine book about Woodlice.  I’ve become more acquainted with them over recent days as they have been breaking my self-isolation.  I’ve found a number of them at home in my kitchen.

I’m sure I know why it is; I still haven’t managed to properly sort things out since moving, there is still insufficient storage space for what I want and too much stuff hanging around which I don’t.

I’m also drowning in cardboard boxes because I shouldn’t be going to shops, so many things are delivered but in cardboard boxes.  Given that I already have a backlog of boxes from having moved and the and the municipal dumps being closed for months… even if I were allowed to them… the boxes have rather taken over the house.  Little tiny things like a small paint brush can be delivered in a box the size of a microwave.    I never have a hope of flattening them and squeezing them into the recycling bin every 2 weeks.   The bin men stoically refusing to take any extra though it wouldn’t harm them to do so in anyway.

In fact I’ve become something of a reverse tramp.  Several times a week I end up walking to places just to put a few items in public bins.  As my walks are often 7 or 8 miles, I never overwhelm any particular bin or neighbourhood.

Today it was raining for the first time in months and so it felt less conspicuous taking a few empty and squashed cartons of soya milk and porridge boxes away.

I’m very careful with the woodlice, and individually sweep them up before carrying them to the far end of the garden but I knew I had to act when I found a big one in my favourite cup that I had only finished drinking from and put down a few minutes earlier.   I have no idea how it got it given that it very obviously couldn’t get out.

Oh well time to make some home-made scones, I don’t have any raisins but I have a feeling I can find some substitutes crawling around if I put my mind to it!

About Stephen Liddell

I am a writer and traveller with a penchant for history and getting off the beaten track. With several books to my name including a #1 seller, I also write environmental, travel and history articles for magazines as well as freelance work. Recently I've appeared on BBC Radio and Bloomberg TV and am waiting on the filming of a ghost story on British TV. I run my own private UK tours company (Ye Olde England Tours) with small, private and totally customisable guided tours run by myself!
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1 Response to Coronavirus Diary 50 – Of Woodlice and men

  1. LOL ah yes, nothing like some fresh protean….

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