For two years, through no fault of my own, I have endured isolation, been confined to my LGA (Local Geographic Area), no power, no travel, no exercise, no company except for a few passing forklifts. Weeks and months of being socially isolated have been very bad for my health. Elective surgery was cut when I was half way through a procedure on my injectors. My heartbeat slowed as my batteries died and I now need a complete battery transplant.
I even missed that precocious and noisy dinghy that has too much to say, hanging off my back end. I just found out that dinghy had to wear a facemask for the last two years – poor bugger. Bet it didn’t shut her up though.
The worst thing is how you let go of appearances when nobody is looking. Dust has settled thickly, spiders have found their way into the most secret of places, my shiny brightwork has dulled and the smell from my incomplete injector procedure has made its way throughout my nether regions.
Now the end is in sight. HOORAY! They are back! My misery and distress draws to a close. Hoses, rags and brushes have lifted my appearance and spirits. The battery transplant was a complete success and the injector elective surgery is soon to be completed so I can again run for miles and miles with no effort or tiring.
My two years of isolation give me great empathy for those now in lockdown. Can I encourage you? It will pass and you too will enjoy the euphoria I now feel as my life returns and I can do the things I really want to.
Such is Life!