This is the kind of house that just seems to encourage losing things. Lots of things. Which is remarkable when you consider it’s smallish bungalow. Including the garage and the loft, we only have 8 locations for stuff to mysteriously disappear. But it does. All the time.
The house is the home just to boys these days. That includes the pets. So we can definitely say that THE BOYS HAVE LOST THINGS.
Already today we couldn’t find
- Hawklads FIFA 20 games disk,
- The new pack of Weetabix,
- My bank card to pay for something online,
- My car key,
- One of my socks – followed instantly by shouting at the dog,
- A black pen. Can find loads of other colours but not a black pen which Hawklad needs to do a little homework,
- My new pack of tea,
- The laptop – how can you lose a laptop….
- A pair of scissors,
- My fitness band,
- The WiFi passkey,
- The new pack of batteries I bought on Thursday,
- My mobile,
- The book I’ve been trying to read for a couple of months now, frustratingly I only have 4 pages to go. It went missing while I was reading in bed. It has been lost for weeks. Ransacked the bedroom today, still no sign. It’s a rubbish crime story but I just want to find out who did it…..
That’s a typical day here. Boys will be boys….
But at least we found time to talk today. We ended up talking about our lockdown and the stuff that we miss. The things we have lost in our own little worlds. For me it was being around people.
Running in the countryside and walking in the mountains.
Going to see my team get beat. Spending time with the friend I meet up with.
We both agreed on missing concerts.
We also both agreed on missing going to Switzerland.
Hawklad talked about not going to zoos and falconries as much. Not being able to have a takeout or pop in for a real ice cream. Not being able to meet up with some of his friends. Missing out on not visiting the seaside.
Not going to wrestling shows.
And not being able to visit historical sites.
There was more but you get the point. Lockdown does have an impact on all our worlds. It means making sacrifices. But we do that all the time. The worry is that too many kids are losing out of key parts of their childhood. It’s about making the best of what we do have. Still trying to make memories. Remembering to keep living.