COVID 19 Diary.

‘Im outdoors has become averse to home-based jobs over the years and can always find something better or more fun to be doing to prevent him from having either the time or inclination.
After 1 week of lockdown, the alpha male in him has exhausted its military “just cope in the circumstances” reserves and having read a number of books, taken on the responsibility of the evening meals and walked the dogs to exhaustion he is looking for a new activity.
The serious tools came out of the shed and he got started on one of the big, destructive garden jobs I’ve been gently hinting (aka seriously nagging) about for years.
After a couple of hours of sawing, bashing and wrecking, the old, unused dilapidating and unsightly henhouses have been demolished and there is a towering bonfire of debris waiting to be ignited.
I have reconstructed the section of hen run where the shed came down and the hens are orgasmically clucking, scratching and pecking at the fresh area of uncovered ground which is rich in lazy and unsuspecting worms and beetles.
Rather liking this enforced quarantine.