My Funny April Fool

National Lockdown: Day Six

I woke up this morning with good intentions… I busted out Rosemary, I had fucking muesli for breakfast, I went to the shops to buy healthy and boring food… and I waited.

Today my niece was born… my perfect little Bat-Eared Fox aka “Foxy Cleobatra” and she is perfect. I’m overusing the word “perfect” because sometimes even I can’t find adequate descriptors. Today I had the best intentions of writing, and being the best version of myself… but eventually I gave in and said “fuck it” because all I can think about is how I’m here… and everyone else is there. We’re all bloody here when we should be there. And there is some nebulous place… a Narnia of sorts… so we’ll have to wait to get there. We’ll have to wait. So for now we all “cheers” and clink glasses on video chat and it makes us feel connected for a while, we smile and we’re happy but we’re neither here nor there. Bloody hell this is a helluva way to come into the world my little Bat Eared Fox. We’re not in Kansas anymore. We cling to the photos and send voicenotes.

So I opened up a bottle of French champagne because I want my niece to know, that on her born day, her aunty celebrated the shit out of the day… And once I post this I’m running upstairs and I’m going to put on red lipstick, a dress, and my Jimmy Choos… I’m going to play music (loudly)… and I’m going to party in my lounge… Because Aunty Jackals is going to remember this crazy time when her niece was born and we were all separated… and all we could do was celebrate the here and the now…

What we do in life echoes in eternity. Today I am a woman of few words. It won’t last long. Enjoy the silence. Hug your family.