Bank Holiday Monday. The family two along are out in the wind wrestling with a collapsing gazebo they put up for an Easter not spent on their accustomed foreign holiday. Man next door is cleaning his car Again. If you need waxing, he's the go to. We started to lose our minds and reinvent some of the phrases of these strange times.
Zoom easily became Booze.
Covidiot became Covidititis.
Self isolation went through stages to become shelf insulation.
Flattening the curve morphed into fattening the curve, then fattening the Cure and finally "fattening the Cure, Robert Smith".