Sex in the Holy City

Week four of 'Lock Down'.
There is so much that I need to do,
so much that I plan to do,
so much that I want to do.
However, my acheivements to date
have been minimal.

With the exceptionally good Easter weather
I have enjoyed spending as much time as possible outdoors.
Snipping, sowing, weeding.
Gardening is quite frustrating really - no-one notices if you do any,
they only notice of you don't.
Admittedly there are certain gardens that I would LOVE to give a quick weed as I pass..
But these days, with all the new technology,
I would undoubtably be digitally observed...
and that could result in a certain amount of awkwardness with the neighbours.
It is better to suffer the personal irritation of seeing the weeds,
than to attack the problem with all the subtlty of street preacher.
"Blessed at the weedpullers, 
for they shall inherit the garden centre."

The downside of spending time in the garden is that I am clearly suffering from hayfever.
Having spent a life time not being affected by pollen,
(other than from perhaps one day early in the season),
it is a bit of a surprise to find myself thus afflicted.
The worst part is the brain fog.
I feel as if I am on some strong medication,
whereas I haven't taken anything other than the odd paracetamol.
Last year, I remember being simliarly afflicted and I did take some antihistimines.
This may have solved the problem,
I don't really remember,
as I just had an overwhelming desire to sleep
So far this year I have resisted taking antihistimine tablets,
and just hope that the tree pollen season passes very quickly
and I will cease to be thus afflicted.


During the lock down I have pottered
and sat in the sun
motivating myself sufficiently to do essential tasks.
Each evening I have gone on a daily exploration
with the KHT -
usually near yet more trees!
The conversations during these excursions varies from the unexpected to the bizarre
From "Do cats need maps?" to analysing and comparing the excrement of various species of birds.

Meanwhile, in my head I have written several
Biblical bodice-rippers of epic proportions,
with misunderstood heroines
who failed to conform to societies norms.
Yes, there really is a genre of fiction
within this classification.
Then I hit the problem that I just don't know enough about life in Biblical times :-
Did their homes have front doors?
Did they cook indoors over open fires?
Did they sleep in beds?
How big were their homes?
What forms of contraceptive did they use?
Answers of a postcard please as to where I can find a reliable source of Biblical life trivia,
and I shall give you a mention in the credits -
should I ever stay awake long enough to get both written and published.