Plagiarised but Perfectly Apt

Contemplating writing an auto biography, Bronwyn wished she was the kind of woman who lived life to the full. The kind who rode motorbikes, travelled in remote places accompanied only by camels , created inspiring, environmentally and socially relevant holistic health retreats from a studio back room and almost always woke up with a beautiful man ( or two ) beside her.

But Bronwyn wasn`that kind of woman. She was a woman who gained great pleasure from folding her washing, who feared telephones , who did her tax returns on July 1 and who found men , handsome or otherwise , entirely foreign and utterly terrifying. None of which , she worried , would captivate readers.

This post is entirely based on a short story called Life Force by Paul Connolly published as a Kitchen Sink Drama in the Age Newspaper on a date which eludes me. It is however a very true reflection of my current situation as COVID - 19 circumscribes my life . If the virus were not afoot it would be a life lived more adventurously , but in the bounded world of this pandemic, I find myself giving honest consideration to the true realities of my life.

Pandemic or not, I have always found great pleasure in folding my washing particularly when it is sun warmed.