Guys, remember four weeks ago when we were low-key thrilled at the prospect of a month at home, so we could FINALLY get all our never-ending "life admin" done?
We could finally colour co-ordinate all the sad single soup cans in our pantries and bake banana bread even though we don't like banana bread. We could finally clean all the festering coffee cups out of our cars. We could finally do those Wasgij puzzles that have been collecting dust in the garage - the ones our aunt gave us for Christmas 11 years ago when all we actually wanted was cash.
Remember when we were also low-key thrilled about the fact we could no longer be tempted by Ubereats and KFC? We could finally dedicate entire Sundays to meal prepping revolting smoothie bowls and bone-dry chicken breasts. We could FINALLY get the rock-hard, prison body of our dreams.
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Now, if you actually achieved all that - I tip my hat to you. (The literal hat I now wear 24 hours a day to cover up my lockdown, Cruella-esque roots).