I'm trapped in these four walls and all I can think about is my nephew's obsession for the next world war.

He's only 10, so don't sweat it.

And I will talk about that once my quarantine stint is over, and I can roam around the house and bandar Muar freely without having to worry about becoming a modern day Typhoid Mary or about health officers paying surprise visits to make sure that I comply with their quarantine orders.

For now, I want you to just enjoy my misery with me.