Gratitude is a giant zit, or perhaps a pina colada cake that makes birthday videos and posts them on tiktok

Two weeks in, but I don't want to jinx it by saying halfway!?
I'll leave Jacinda and Dr Ash BF (aka NZ's newest BF) to make such heady proclamations.
We celebrated by making a 21st video tiktok syle contribution (lockdown skill #1), because nothing says I love you birthday boy like a family adorned with the contents of the dress up box busting some tunes these days. Makes the days of yardies and even parties seem so - what was it called, ah yes, february.
We also played Bertie-Botts-Every-disgusting-flavour-left-bean Roulette. After eating the edible ones months ago we now mark the milestones by making everyone pick a dud out of the remnants. Tonight we celebrated lock down week 2 with a combo of earwax grass and vomit.
I sat on the deck and looked at the sky. Which makes a change from lying on the deck and looking at the clouds.
We had Hopkirk zoom time, a extended family catch up and discussed the movie hits of the week. My father bemoaned the amount of dog poo and pee being deposited on the hallowed turfs of Francis Douglas Memorial College during this lockdown. They live next door, but it seems every man or just his dog is making use of these heightened dog walking times. Our dog is so exhausted he refuses to leave the garden most days.
I developed a blind zit the size of Zanzibar. Lock down choc down, no doubt the culprit.
There was some working and some baking. No one liked my pina colada cake despite the inch of cream cheese icing. To be fair it is as stodgy as a small windowless bastard, but, cream cheese icing, people?!
 Eating it will probably reward me with a Mauritius to complement my Zanzibar.
We knocked the old bastard Notre Dame 1000 piece puzzle off. Or 999 pieces in the end, my theory is that the dog probably ate one mistaking it for a gift fromt he dining table gods. I made the same mistake myself once with a block of red lego.
It hasn't got so bad as to anyone actually cleaning the bathrooms.
I haven't had a shower in days so I'm remaining grateful Zoom doesn't have an olfactory mode.
What is happening out there? The death toll rises worldwide. God, what a time to be gratefully alive.