No problems at the bank this morning. I was shocked. I talked loudly in the hole the bank needs like a speaker or something like the box office. Or like a phone receiver like they use in the prisons. Hire somebody whose sole job is to clean the receiver things.

My dad said he got the name of gardener wrong. He didn’t understand why I thought it was so funny. I told my dad it was like the song “First World Problems”, but he didn’t get what I meant.

I was trying to think of. Depeche Mode quarantine songs; these were the only 3 that came off the top of my head. “Fly on the Windscreen (Final), “Get the Balance Right”, and “Stripped” ” To anybody who doesn’t speak commonwealth English a windscreen is a windshield.