1 May. Lockdown Day 36

Today was one of those deep clean, we really can't live like this anymore days. So, while people flocked to the beachfront to start their park run, I was wiping yoghurt off of my doors.

So, I've come up with an hypothesis (big word. Nice hey?) With all the conspiracy theories going around, surely this would be credible. So here goes: what if...cave paintings weren't actually for documenting stories? What if, they're actually just the remnants of our predecessors' toddlers wiping their breakfast on the walls? Or getting bored during the winter lockdowns of old. It's totally possible that Ugg couldn't get her little Neanderthal's artwork off the walls before Urgh came to visit.