The Telus man has been here for the last couple of hours, fixing my internet. It is the most company I have had in months and months. Naturally I am a bag of nerves.

I cannot offer him coffee or water or pop because, you know, masks.

So I have been cooking as he is fixing my internet and then he decides he will put in fibre optic network. FIBRE!

Except now I"m all well I will start baking bread out of stress. And I am making a second loaf to give to the Telus man.

Friends, this does not reduce the stress because WHAT IF IT DOESN'T FINISH BAKING IN TIME.

It's out and now I'm frantic that it cool enough. AND WHAT IF I HAVE NOTHING TO WRAP IT IN

I'm now standing and fanning my bread like I'm on the Great British Baking Show. Cool cool cool.

(ahaha see what I did there)

Landlord stopped by and OMG I DO NOT HAVE SUFFICIENT BREAD FOR EVERYBODY.

The cat is locked away in my bedroom, wailing.

The internet is all fixed and I have invisible fibre optic wire (wow!) and I wrapped warm bread in tin foil and egads that's not what you should do.

Then I wrote ingredients on masking tape and added my name 'in case you need to do contact tracing' I said, which is not exactly confidence building for either of us so then I said 'which of course I hope neither one of us have to ever do' and I'm dying inside.

It me.