I'm doing sod all being on furlough - apart from staying at home doing housework, drinking beer and cooking curries. I still have no idea when I'm going back to work. I have to wait for the phonecall. It could be a month or two yet. I got a phonecall from Denise at work on Wednesday morning when I was asleep in bed. I woke up and looked at my mobile phone on the bedside cabinet as it was ringing and it said "WORK" on the screen. So I thought: "Right. I'm probably back to work on Monday." So I answered it, still half asleep. We both exchanged greetings but then she just said: "I'm just phoning to see how you're doing." This surprised me because I thought she was going to tell me I can come back to work. I said: "I'm just chilling." And she laughed. And she said: "You know what to do if you have any problems?" And I said: "If I have any problems I'll phone you." So we said goodbye and that was that. I went in the bathroom, had a piss, then went back to bed and to sleep. It's rugby weekend again this weekend so I'll be watching the games. With beer, of course. And still having Government-paid leave off work for the foreseeable future.
I consider cooking to be my new hobby. I hardly ever used to cook, but I've taken to it over the last few months. Over the last several days I've been looking up all sorts of extravagant recipes on BBC Good Food in the mornings, then going to the local supermarket to get all the ingredients in, then coming home and cooking them in the evenings. It's great fun. I'm there in the kitchen for a long time peeling things and chopping things and dicing things and frying things and cooking things and swigging my beer and making a mess. I've made so many different curries and other spicy foods over the last several days one of my kitchen cupboards is full of jars of all sorts of spices. A few days ago I did a British beef Raj curry. This evening I did aloo gobi, which is sort of a cauliflower and potato curry
At least I don't have to get up for anything. I can just stay in bed for as long as I want everyday. There have been times lately where I've woken up at 8 or 9am, spent an hour or so posting on here in bed, planning on getting up, and then eventually I've thought: "Sod it. It's cold outside. Its nice and warm in this bedroom with the radiator. I'm nice and cosy. Go back to sleep." So I just go back to sleep. Once or twice I've not got up until around 3pm. It's a good way to alleviate boredom.