Living with Lockdown - 11

The soft swish of brushes against smooth wood was the only noise to break the silence as Sunday saw us rushing to put a few coats of paint on the bare planks before the promised rain. The therapeutic activity made the slaves cheerful and a little whistling and banter could be heard, while HWCFA kept himself busy tidying up the workbench. Round about lunch time a soft, gentle rain began to fall and it was time to tuck in to a warming lamb curry rustled up miraculously between brush strokes by Slave 1. A little lying around ensued, before a few games of Catan (which we thought would be keeping us occupied in lockdown).
On cue, Bobby and Jane Baboon with baby on back arrived with a jar of rice purloined along the way. They scaled the heights up onto the roof where they made enough noise for a whole troop. A few more passed by but didn't share in the feast, and then we heard the familiar sound of the monitors' paintball guns. After a while, silence, and they had moved on. Our newly painted wood now has two blobs of blue paintball paint splattered against it, dripping down towards the pristine white stripe.
The sudden respite from hard labour has left us disoriented, and we almost went outside again when the rain briefly stopped at sunset, but instead we tucked into another marvel from the kitchen, apple crumble and custard.
The dishwasher was put into action for what seems like the 500th time this week, and soon it will be lights out. Hopefully it will rain a little tomorrow so we can have a bit more of a weekend! Today's rainfall has taken a little pressure off the poor garden, still struggling after a long summer and looking forward to Easter when the weather traditionally turns in the Cape.

Sitting down at the rocks at the lighthouse hours before lockdown last Thursday