THE STAGES OF LOCKDOWN MRS GERAGHTY GREEN
Stage one – the ‘virtual’ classroom.
until now. The second that I start a live lesson, he gets up and starts shouting at me. Loudly. So very loudly. And it could be for any number of reasons. He wants to go out. He wants to come back in. He wants food. Or Water. Or milk. Or just to be walked back to his cat bed in the living room. Yes, you read that right – he likes to be escorted places around our house. I think he might be worried that something will spring out of a cupboard and attack him so he wants a personal bodyguard.
Now I say ‘virtual’ but actually it’s not. In reality it’s a console table in my living room that I’ve re-purposed into the teacher’s desk, like in Rm2. I’ve taken a chair from the kitchen to be my seat which is making the most horrendous divots in my carpet. I’ve also finally been able to realise my long held (not so secret) desire to be the crazy old cat lady that brings her pet into work with her. The living room is where my elderly cat Kato likes to hang out. If I teach you, then you’ll already know that because he clearly has a bit of a stage diva spirit inside of him, that was never realised
Stage two – keeping busy. I’m a person who thinks fast, walks fast, talks fast. With nowhere to go, I’ve had a 34
