WINTER is behind us and the end of lockdown is apparently in sight. But which of your new mole-person habits will you struggle to leave behind?
A wine box a day
At first you drank because you were afraid. Then you drank because you were bored. Now you drink because you exist. You stopped bothering with wine glasses in November, preferring to stab a straw into the top like a giant juice box. And you’ve not got Covid so it’s obviously the elixir that cures all ills. Why would you ever stop?
Never seeing your parents
You had no idea what a trial those monthly visits to the old people, nodding along to their inane opinions on everything from Brexit to the correct way to remove a sock, were until they’d gone. In that way lockdown’s been a blessed release from their exhausting drivel. A fortnightly Zoom, mostly spent discussing how to turn mute off, is too addictive to quit.
Growing marijuana
At this point anyone who claims not to be running a secret weed farm is either Chief Constable of Bedfordshire police, a liar or both. Our unreliable dealers have forced us to become self-sufficient just as Brexiters wanted us to and every spare inch of our homes is a hydroponic hideaway. It would be a shame to go outside and contribute to society instead.
Marathon wanking
Manufacturers of sex toys have reported record sales, and they’re not being bought to put on shelves in the background of Zoom calls. But a five-times-a-day habit isn’t compatible with the outside world, so you’ll soon have to make a choice. It’s not going to be the outside world, is it? Not sexy enough.
Growing your toenails
No one can remember who started the bet to see who could grow the longest lockdown toenails – maybe Gal Gadot? But twelve months in, the easing of restrictions cannot end something as grotesquely boastful as what’s occurring on your feet. You must not fail the challenge. Step into flip-flops and swagger like the winner you are.
