Missing the company of girlfriends, among other things, during the lockdown As I work to the staccato beat of separate clothes-wash clothes-hang-clothes-fold clothes-wash vegetables-process vegetables-cook vegetables-wash dishes-dry dishes-put away dishes that plays on loop, there’s enough time to reminisce about the things I miss in the lockdown.
This is all invisible work that someone else usually handles, leaving me free to think and write and work and play so it’s natural that I am missing the woman who executes these mechanical duties for us with missionary stoicism six days a week.
Stoicism, I have discovered, is a skill that is slightly easier to learn if you have no choice. I vow I will never again get irritated with my housekeeper