I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all
Well, apologies to Banjo Paterson because Outsider’s working from home arrangements are not quite that bad, although Outsider notes that Banjo, writing Clancy of the
Overflow in 1897, probably did not have to maintain delicate diplomatic relations with Mrs O.
But yes, now that Outsider’s golf course has been closed and he is not allowed to venture out except for the necessities (which must surely include single malt) he has found himself, like Paterson, yearning to head for the wide open spaces except that he is being discouraged from doing so and he knows there aren’t a lot of ventilators or respiratory specialists around Clancy’s overflow.
On the upside, however, Outsider has realised he can sneak a post-prandial nap without being spotted by those annoying millennials with whom he works.
