A testament to mankind’s engineering prowess, and my ability to always shut them as carefully as possible, running over and moving the baby back to the centre of the room if she gets to close.
Sure the only reason we got it was so we wouldn’t have to keep moving her back to the centre of the room but… baby steps.
Oh God… she’s gonna be so much harder to stop when she can walk.
“The One With a Bit Too Much Honesty, If You Ask Me”
Joey’s giving out free stuff in the coffee shop to pretty ladies. Gunther’s not too happy about it, but I say you have to take free stuff from work where you can get it. I even got my sister a birthday present from work this year.
And who’s this knocking at the door?
It’s a pretty priceless reaction as the friends hear the knock and realise that all seven of us are already in the flat.
Oh my, Rachel’s accidentally talked her sister into dating Ross! Who’s a little too eager to go along with it if you ask me.
This is a bit of an insensitive time for her to show up however. As you’ll all know from slavishly reading the blog. Lockdown last year was precipitated by my wife’s musical theatre group being shut down right as they were about to put on a show. What show do you ask? Legally Blonde!!
And here we are exactly a year on from the Pandemic™ gracing our shores.
And, in bigger news, a year since we got our fence fixed! Mad props to me for managing to go the whole year without painting the new bits.
Monica’s refusing to acknowledge her illness after being sent home from work. Oh no! It hasn’t reached the Friends has it!? They’ve been so careful. Never breaking the rule of six.
Her protestations that she’s strong and never gets sick sounds a lot like me just over a year ago. I don’t think I’ve ever so swiftly been taught a lesson not to be so blasé. Immediately getting it and passing it to my pregnant wife.
We were a lot luckier than other people, we got through it. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say it impacted us both heavily. And in ways I wouldn’t have expected. This sudden reminder of the fragility of life, of my own mortality, and how I’m no longer just responsible for my own health played havoc with my mind for the last year.
And I only just feel I’m returning to a sense of normality, of control over my own thoughts. Not fearing anxious thoughts spiralling out of control. Panic attacks hitting me when driving my daughter somewhere. I don’t know. Was it the Covid, or was this something all new parents go through to a lesser or greater degree?
I’ve been helped in part by finally getting some professional help. Honestly, men will ring their GP three times to find there’s no appointments available rather than go to therapy.
Eventually my mum pointed me in the direction of our county’s wellbeing team, who were able to give me a couple of sessions. It definitely helped, although the therapist did somewhat undermine my recovery from anxiety over my health by casually pointing out in the last session my symptoms were the same as “Long Covid” ™. You mean I’ve got that as well?!?
I don’t think I do. One of the things I realised was that pretty much everything I got trapped in a spiral over was things I felt and experienced before the pandemic. I’d just lost my ways of coping with them. I’m sure many people have experienced the same.
But is this really why you’re here?? No, this is a Friends™ blog damn it. Back to Monica trying to get Chandler to sleep with her.
I don’t especially see a problem with sick sex, though it’s a bit like drunk sex. Great if you’re both in that state, but if only one of you’s sick or drunk it’s gross.
There certainly wasn’t any risk of us having sex this time last year. It’s a bit of a film cliché that people start furiously banging the second the world ends, but in reality there’s far too much to do. Like continually listening to your partners breathing/coughing to check for any signs of illness. Now you’d be far more likely to socially distance at a sign of illness rather than grabbing the vaporub for a bit of tingly sex.
I never thought when we got married I’d learn the exact time and reason for all of my wife’s daily coughs. But at least now I know they’re not because of anything out of the ordinary.
And, hey, before last year I never would have known we always cough after a cup of tea because we don’t have a water filter and the last sip always has all the scum in it. The things you learn when you take a break and really pay attention…
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
It’s amazing what you can get used to.
Only six months ago we were spooked by a man walking into our garden in the dark autumn evening.
Now we’ve got through winter, and I’ve lost count of the number of times it’s happened.
It seems the massive upshoot in home deliveries and takeaways lead to a great many people taking up a job they didn’t really have the sixth sense for. Or, an accurate enough version of Google Maps™.
We’ve regularly found people walking past our window of an evening, looking for a mystery house before realising they’re trespassing and performing a swift U-turn. What once made us fearful now makes us laugh as our TV watching is interrupted for the umpteenth time that evening.
Perhaps I should set a chair outside and sit there brandishing a shotgun. I’d love to drawl a southern “get of my land” at someone before hastily adding “oh no wait, is that a McDonalds™? I’ll take that please”.
Hopefully it won’t be long before the pandemic, too, becomes something to laugh about rather than be fearful of.