Love in times of Corona
There was a time when “with a Coronaat on the couch” had a more cheerful connotation. Now I am not necessarily a champion of the good old days and certainly do not guarantee the future results in the past. So tasty it turns out that Coronaatje is not. And yet in this case I think back with a slight melancholy to the time when a #Corona was just the only beer I found to be haggling.
We can't shake hands anymore. No problem so far, I'm not so fond of the physical contact with people I don't love very much. No, we give an elbow. Yes, that elbow... which we barked half a minute before on the advice of the RIVM as an alternative to a handkerchief. The high schools are closing. A party for our teenagers, an extra holiday how chill... or not? You can't go anywhere on holiday, events have been canceled and in the hospitality industry or cinema you only have to let one sneeze escape from your adolescent porem or you are immediately considered a suspect Coronalijer. Bing at home with Netflix, nothing wrong with that, right? Yeah, that's what you thought, no, because PA and MA work at home and have all the time to go after your butt if you could please do something with your life. So what exactly? It affects all of us. Personally, I am dealing with the question of how to help my solar panel mechanics get started now that the solar panels from China are taking a lot of time. The only place our candidates can stay in their beds for the time being, I'm afraid. A case of bath timing shall we say. Let's not even talk about elementary school children who just have to give acte de presense because they can't take care of themselves yet and their parents are desperately needed in care. And about the grade 1 teacher who, like a police officer, has to prevent her toddlers from licking, biting and sniffing each other because they might get Corona and infect grandmother who won't survive because she won't be admitted to the ICU.
And yet there is a target group whose risk is heavily underexposed in this reporting. The backbone of society, the beating heart of the community. Can I say that, yes, I can say that to throw a Mart Smeetsje in. The problem here is the mothers. The mothers are the woman who unconsciously maneuver towards a snake pit. For suppose you are in possession of one or more delicious descendants who have their conculegas laughing in the face at school or at the shelter, or thought that the green snot in the nose of their best friend was a great alternative to the peanut butter sandwich. .. then it is of course waiting for the call that your little eye has been in contact with...
And then the misery starts... then they have to be quarantined. And what about you? You're coming with me, and so is the lord of the house. The chance that you have been slipped, lost or in any way fooled by child love is exactly 100%. After all, it is not about microscopic drops, but about liters. Litres of Corona.
That's fun the first week, huh... some extra time with the whole family. I don't even rule out the possibility that a true Corona Baby tree will emerge in nine months. After all, you have to do something when the kids do their afternoon nap anyway. But then it deteriorates rapidly, I foresee. Not only do you have kids who go through the roof after an hour, let alone three weeks. I mean how many Dr. Oetker pre-frabricated so-called-homemade cupcakes can you bake with the snots and work in before they have to come and tow you off your couch. By the way, that would be an excellent cure for the Corona baby tree outbreak.
But then there's the man. We all know that the male shouting is one of the worst species. By now, we know that Corona isn't nearly as innocent as the flu. And now you are completely involuntarily locked up with two energy bombs that are not allowed to go outside and a potential candidate for the #mannencorona - Yes. So I'm not just anticipating a baby wave, but a Corona separation wave at least as intense. Now a man often suffers the most from the suffering they fear, but yet I secretly orient myself on a flight to Vietnam. Wonderful alone in quarantine in a lurid hotel, that is just a holiday.
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Henkjan de Krijger
5 years ago
Hoi . Mooie post en welkom @ Yoors. Enjoy !
Rudy Siedlecki 🌳
5 years ago
Lag maar met de 'mannengriep', maar ondertussen is toch maar gebleken dat mannen veel meer getroffen worden door Corona dan de vrouwen.
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