Leslie's Laughs

A meme sent to me by a friend sums it up [The end is nigh, or so they say.  The end to the long 54 day lockdown. The end to a whole lot of Lockdown Live superstars  and home concerts  on Facebook, cooking expertise, yummy recipes, expert opinions and confessions of Who's-in-Charge stories at home.  And perhaps the end of this lockdown blog?  Not so sure, it could become the "new normal".  So herewith my sacrilegious observations on some of the dress sense and etiquette shown during lockdown online programs.  As usual, laugh, share, comment, or delete.] I guess you've all seen memes like the one above, where everyone dresses for their official meetings, only from the waist up.  You've probably also seen videos of the same guy getting up to get something and revealing the rest of his torso, clothed loosely in wrinkled night pants, at best. Or you might recall the 'family' video where one of the ladies walks with her mobile to the loo, drops her jeans

Image by  Александр Красовский  from  Pixabay   [This one is some sort of hair-raising tale, which had me in splits for awhile till someone pointed out that split ends are not the best thing to have. Read on, if your experiences resonates with those featured here -- names changed to protect identity which is already protected by unrecognizability -- please do share, comment, laugh.] As I have often confessed, I spend more time in the Library of Facebook and Instagram than is recommended by the University of WhatsApp.  So, friends and relations aside, a lot has been gleaned from those ancient tomes!  Not the least of which is the fact that if we don't visit the barber we will look barbaric .  Weak puns. But anything is welcome in this period of intellectual starvation.  Another meme has a picture of a pile of money, with a Barber and a Divorce Lawyer silhouetted against the backdrop accompanied by the phrase, "After the lockdown".  Yet another poster decries the

From a post on Facebook, author and place unknown Okay, so I suffered a rather long bout of momentary writer's block.  Perhaps it was due to what can now be called a blockade, rather than a lockdown, judging from the number of thoroughfares that have fallen victim to the barricades demarcating them as containment zones.  A depression locked me down when I read of deaths not due to Covid, film stars and migrant workers, cancer and death-by-cycling-home (a novel disease invented in India). Some of them flooded Facebook with obituaries, old pictures and clips of songs and videos. The others managed to elude all but the most dogged of press reporters.  And then friends started texting me asking "What happened to your blog?"  and "We are waiting to read the next episode in the lockdown tales".  So, here it is, a bit of a ramble on things that happen around me. Forgive me, share if you like, comment if you don't, whatever. Star Wards This morning we woke up to any