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Day Five


                                                Monday, April 13 , 2020
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               Today is Easter Monday. I know that because yesterday was Palm Sunday, so it follows. I was
               lazy today – didn’t get out of bed until around 7.40am, plodded into the bathroom, did what
               needed to be done, threw on some shorts and said morning to Gilbert.

               Coffee.


               Decided  to  do  some  laundry  for  a  number  of  reasons,  most  pressing  was  a  lack  of  clean
               underwear and a prevailing realisation that the laundry shop mightn’t be open anymore, or that I
               might get arrested on the way to the laundry shop and no cop would believe a white man doesn’t
               have his own washing machine. Plus, I didn’t want to risk them searching my dirty laundry. So,
               today would be laundry day. I rigged up two drying lines – one over the bath where I would just
               let  wet  freshly  washed  clothes  hang,  and  the  second  in  the  spare  bedroom,  where  semi  dry
               clothes could be left to dry completely.

               Happy with those arrangements, I grabbed the laundry bag and selected items for washing.


               Several hours later, I have wet t shirts, various underwear, socks and some sheets hanging up all
               around the apartment, and some water on the kitchen floor. I’m also somewhat wet, though that’s
               because  I  chose  to  do  laundry  during  the  hottest  part  of  the  morning,  and  I  have  no  air
               conditioner. At this point I’m seriously considering climbing into the shower while I hang up the
               laundry over the bathtub which is also the shower. I’m exhausted.

               Dinner  is  New  England  Chowder  Soup,  which  is  actually  quite  tasty  as  it  contains  fish  and
               cooked vegetables which I have missed a lot since the only real restaurant in Kings Park shut
               several weeks ago, and few slices of bread. Feeling a lot better, although still a little anxious
               about the financial state of affairs, I decide to go out onto my balcony and check on the few
               specimens of plants I have in various pots. They need water, so I water them.


               The balcony is a great feature of my apartment. While it might not have a great view of the
               world, I can see people walking below, I can see buildings next to the Caribbean (so I know I’m
               close to the Caribbean, which is almost as good as being next to the Caribbean, as far as I’m
               concerned) and I’m dry up here when it rains.  It is quite big too – I have five chairs on it as well
               as my collection of green things. I have rigged up a solar lamp, which spills a warm yellow light
               when  the  sun  goes  down,  and  an  LED  rope  light  which  I  sometimes  turn  on  when  I  have
               company for ‘Drinks on the Beer Balcony’.
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