Lockdown Diary: Hippo

Yesterday my legs felt so achy, it was as though a hippo had been bouncing up and down on them. To be honest, I’m not sure I’d call the police even if I woke up and there was a hippo on top of me. I think they’re currently preoccupied with people grassing up their neighbours for taking a second daily walk.

 

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Yesterday I watched the first episode of a new Channel 4 show called Feel Good [stop reading now if you don’t want spoilers!]

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… a lesbian comedy-drama about a drug addict. It was funny and touching. The very likeable protagonist gets a Narcotics Anonymous sponsor who tells her to keep busy to take her mind off drugs.

Here’s my To Do list for today:

  • contact all my friends to see how they are
  • work out with my mate Davina again
  • tidy the kitchen
  • keep reading Blinkist and make notes
  • go to Tesco to buy veg (so stressful!)
  • vacuum the house
  • call Lily
  • make a giant salad and eat it

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8 thoughts on “Lockdown Diary: Hippo”

  1. Anecdote: hippopotamus is the very first word I ever said, although I pronounced it “popotame”. My parents were both proud and heartbroken.

    By the way, the success rate of “Anonymous” movements modeled after Alcoholic Anonymous is apparently grossly exaggerated. One of the reasons why in spite of my numerous flirts with alcoholism I never became an addict. I never wanted to spend time with that crowd. More about it here: https://rationalwiki.org/wiki/Alcoholics_Anonymous

    1. See: even at an early age, you somehow knew that one day you’d be commenting on my blog and would need to know the word…

      That’s interesting about AA etc. I always thought it was very successful – you often hear about people being ‘14 years sober’ as a result – but maybe that’s exacerbated by films.

      1. I think it has more to do with my babysitter teaching me complicated words. I adored her. She was a true Mary Poppins.

        I’ve been to a Narcotics Anonymous meeting once, to celebrate the sixth or seventh year of sobriety of the mum of my then girlfriend. I then vowed never to become an addict. But all jokes aside, I think it’s a bit of a cult and the methods they use to evaluate success are highly questionable.

  2. I don’t know if you’re allowed to go in every chapters or whatever you call it, but from what I remember this organisation allowed for friends and family to attend for celebrations, sobriety anniversaries and so on. I found the whole ordeal very depressing. She was (is still) a decent woman and I’m glad she became sober thanks to NA, but I found the whole thing dreary and depressing.

    1. It was probably also quite boring I imagine, if you’re not the person involved!

      I enjoyed my one visit. I went to the gay chapter in Soho (am not gay, but it was the next one available and allies of the gay community were allowed). Everyone was really friendly and it was cathartic to talk about my overeating with people who understood and weren’t going to judge me for it. I always meant to go back, but didn’t.

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