Very few people will understand what I am about to write, but I have to get it off my chest. I was going to the office tomorrow. For the last two years or so, I’ve been sitting almost exclusively at home. And tomorrow was my planned day. Now my car has been in repair since yesterday and should be ready today. But I got a call that it will take until tomorrow. And the next Thursday is the MOT. So. That means I’ll be at home again for a week, because it’s not worth going on Friday anyway, because there were hardly any colleagues there before Corona.

Yes, safety first, stay at home, blah blah blah. I know. I’m telling you, very few people will understand that. But I freak out when I can’t even get there one day a week. And now it’s like that again. Every week for a different reason. It’s like fate doesn’t want it.

Would I have had an accident on the motorway tomorrow or what?

I am frustrated. I am hemmed in by 4 walls - yes, there are clearly more in this house. I don’t know how to relieve my frustration right now.

ohBananaJoe @ohBananaJoe

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