Out of toilet paper. Again. In the Tertiary of my youth, when the toilet was as rare as civet coffee (coincidence?), We were able to cope. But try to find a newspaper in today’s household. This is the web and e-magazine itself, you will not help in a crisis. I know it would be best not to get into it. It worked for me for many years. There was always room to reach for a new roll. But now I don’t have time to add.
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I suspected Matilda for a while. This is our female, which is able to bury anything from an automatic washing machine to a fusekle into her litter. She likes her owners best. But Matilda disappointed. Apart from a set of veils and a mummified sausage, no new addition. The husband is innocent in that, too. I’m not researching his crib, but I assume that although he has a lot in common with Matilda (when there will be food, scratch me, let me out, let me sleep), he wouldn’t bury the sausage under the pillow. So why would he put toilet paper in there. So what’s the problem, I think, reaching for a mug, to make coffee. Not civet. From capsules. But you ran out too. And then it finally occurred to me. Home office! That is why we have increased consumption of strategic domestic commodities. In the office, one easily succumbs to the feeling that coffee beans are sprouting in a cupboard above the sink and the toilet paper is sold under the Galileo Galilei brand. Whatever happens, it spins!
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Nothing solves at home and nothing spins, everything has to be supplemented. And someone has to think about it. As well as for loading paper into the printer. So if I had a printer. I don’t even have a copier and also people with whom I would exchange a few words with that copier. But I have a lot of clothes that there is nowhere to wear. I remembered my grandmother, who negated every attempt at a soft gift with the words, “But I can’t take it.” I remembered my grandfather, who couldn’t wait to go to the doctor. “I really need to wear a jacket. And I don’t care that I have a colonoscopy. ”And I remembered a friend who had only retired a few weeks ago. “How am I feeling?” “I was expecting something. Social isolation and the fact that I do not have a reception where I can send things from the e-shop. But you really won’t think that I’m going to miss toilet paper. “
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It is not a bad idea at my age to think of a home office as retirement training. Hard on the training ground, easy on the battlefield. Just please don’t tell my husband. As I know him, he would take the preparation off the ground and immediately start training on the couch in two phases. And then who would add coffee and toilet paper?
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If no one has drunk coffee at home yet, then enjoy it and read the older ones fejetony Lucie Šilhová.
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