Tropical Thrush

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

We are still isolating, by which I mean refusing to leave the house except for food. 

Our 14th case was confirmed today: Feefs. She has finally succumbed and has a positive test. 

"I thought I was sh*tting a lot," she commented. "Is that a symptom?"

Caro seems to enjoy being housebound. And it is lovely weather here at present so we've had a pretty nice day just hanging out with the cats. 

The downside to the spate of sunny weather is that the garden needs watering. Caro complains about it, but I think she quite enjoys it, frankly. 

I mean. Look at it. 

To prepare for COVID, I bought Caro a big bottle of Tropical Crush. I have no idea how much therapeutic value it is, but you know, vitamin C and all that. 

Then we forgot all about it until today. I suddenly remembered and gave her a glass. She drained it pretty quickly. "How was your Tropical Crush?" I asked. 

She looked shocked. Then the penny dropped. "Ooohhhh," she said, "I thought you said 'Tropical THRUSH'."

"You don't want that," I replied. "That'll make you walk funny."

Mind you, it might explain her pose in this picture.

S.