FURLOUGH FINISHED

It’s week 5 of furlough.  I’ve been on high alert since Sunday.  What for is anyone’s guess but either we’re about to be hit by a world shortage of sardines or a top secret satellite that nobody knew about is going to drop into the back garden (again?).  Boris says ‘Stay Alert’ so I’m ordering a high powered telescope and CCTV to keep a close eye on things.

I’ve finally been recalled back to active duty so my ‘sticky buns’ staycation is over.  No more afternoons of lazy sunbathing or sauntering round the house half naked as from tomorrow its back to the grind. 

Our garden is blooming

Fatty looking for butterflies to chase

Kitties enjoy their daily exercise

Our organisation claims to have drawn up a Recovery Plan although the contents of said plan are as unknown as the final resting place of Margaret Thatcher’s infamous handbag.  (Yeah, what did happen to it?)  It follows that staff will be the last to find out what safety measures are being put in place.  Not sure what is of more concern to me right now, whether I’ll find my desk surrounded in plastic screening to prevent breathing in co-worker germs or whether we’ll all end up on the dole due to lack of funds.

‘R’ comes after ‘P’ in the alphabet and it’ll be no surprise that following this economic turmoil the tabloids are sure to be full of redundancy headlines in the coming months.  It may be easy to switch off the sausage machine but turning it back on to pre-pandemic levels isn’t going to be quite so simple for some companies. 

In Dorset, pandemic fallout has already begun with Sunseeker, provider of luxury yachts, waving goodbye to over 450 employees.  Since our office is only up the road from their premises, I wonder if the lay-off liner will be cruising our way too at some point in time? 

Still, I have managed to put the finishing touches to the lounge makeover just in the nick of time thus restoring our beautiful Deco themed room to its former glory.  

Fresh white ceiling and scrubbed up walls