I wasn't sure if there would be clapping where I live, as it's a small, quiet close, off the road, with mostly elderly people. I opened my front door at 8pm, and heard some cheers from a distance, and then my elderly next door neighbour opened her door too, and we had a chat and clapped. It was nice to see her, actually - I normally see her pottering about, but now since we've been in isolation, I haven't seen her at all, though I know her daughters bring her food and stuff.
We joined in the clapping. Felt a bit foolish until we heard others, music etc.
Changing the subject, we have lots of odds and ends of old out of date seeds. I thought I would plant up what we have in last year’s compost and see if anything comes up - what’s to lose? We now have planted a few cauliflowers, a few carrots, some peas, 3 parsnips and 120 cucumbers. It’s sod’s law that every cucumber will come up, isn’t it? Oh well, I can always leave them at the front gate for people to take.
For those of you of an Anglican bent, the Highway Code (along with the weather forecast and other things) is available as an Anglican Chant.
It was a glorious morning today, but it's clouded over a bit. However, I fully intend to amble once the shop from whom I managed to order some food yesterday have phoned to let me know when the stuff can be picked up. As they just said "we'll phone in the morning", I've been up since half past eight so that I wouldn't miss the call - the landline phones here are both downstairs, and I thought if I was going to be sitting around waiting, I might as well be dressed.
It's rather weird to think that probably for the first time in about 40 years, it won't matter if I forget to put the clock forward.
Oh, it does matter! There's a cornucopia of online services tomorrow, you don't want to miss 'em!
I've ranged our teddies along our windowsill as apparently it's A Thing that children out for a walk are Going On A Bear Hunt. There are 11. Which is surprising, as our children have both grown up and left home.
I should clarify that all but three of them - the largest, belonging to Mr Nen, and two small ones I'd actually forgotten about which do belong to me - belong to our children, but seem to have made their permanent home here. I'm not complaining - they are part of some lovely memories.
I'm very happy to have rediscovered the two that are mine, given that not long ago I was bemoaning the fact that I was lacking a teddy bear in my life.
Sort of sunny day but a very crisp breeze reminding us that its still March.
Builders and craftsmen have been working hours to suit domestic arrangements, childcare and so forth, greatly helped by our attached neighbours being away for the duration with her elderly mother and the unattached being very pleasant and accommodating. Having a "Rolls Royce" protecting tent has proved a Godsend with not a minute lost to bad weather. Then cancelled projects has meant extra manpower, working shifts and weekends to keep at a safe distance and to stop them falling over each other. Where two plasterers would have taken 4 days the 5 on site (!) got it all done in one day, two tiling teams (1 upstairs, 1 down), etc, etc. The upshot is that as of 4pm today we're at the stage the builder wouldn't have expected until around mid to late April.
On Monday we've another Building Inspection (possibly by video link, we're not sure) and plan the last phase which may be where we hit a wall if suppliers can't come up with what's required on time or if delivery proves difficult. Plus getting sewerage and electrical connections inspected by the relevant people.
Thank God my builder had what he described as "a gut feeling" that he should press ahead with the job as fast as possible and the architect gave samples of materials to Building Control at the outset.
It's rather weird to think that probably for the first time in about 40 years, it won't matter if I forget to put the clock forward.
Thanks for the reminder @Piglet! Whilst it won't matter if I sleep in tomorrow, as there are no bells to ring , w*rkmates would be very worried if I was an hour late on Monday...
I hadn’t realised the clocks change tonight. Life is a blur at present.
Having started back at work on light duties Wednesday, I have since started getting a tight chest. Apparently it is common to develop the chest symptoms after a week, despite feeling better overall. I’m only occasionally slightly breathless and the chest tightening is usually just in the evening but it is a little frightening when you first experience it and anxiety definitely makes it worse. But I have a very good oxygen saturation level (we have an oxymeter as my younger son and I are mildly asthmatic - our asthma appears unaffected by the virus) and it seems to be improving today.
Sat and watched husband put up a bicycle shed today. I’m looking forward to feeling more energetic so I can get some gardening done!
Well, full marks to your doughty builders, @TheOrganist , for clearly doing a splendid job against all adversities!
I hope the completed work meets your approval...
I'll just be so glad to finally have a spare room, and sad that my late-lamented isn't here to see it. The galling bit is that plans for something smaller in the same place were rejected by the previous Heritage Officer three times over the space of 12 years. The good bit is that advances in materials mean that 18 years on we're getting something a lot better, built for less money, and that will be cheaper to run.
I’m on my own for the duration so, in true schoolteacher fashion, I have made a timetable for each day. Each mornings is pretty much the same, but if I don’t factor in any housework I don’t do any house work!
At 12 noon my five friends and I have a Skype chat which varies from half an hour to an hour. We have a good laugh, which does us all good.
At 2pm I have Zoom Pilates or Zoom German lessons, which I really look forward to. My RL teachers set them up so I already know the others in the groups.
Walking wise I cheat and do two dog walks a day. I walk one dog then the other in the morning and one dog then the other in the afternoon - but I go in completely different directions so that I’m not seen to be flouting the rules. I’m really lucky, I can get to lovely countryside on foot and there’s not another soul around.
Thank goodness! My dogs need the exercise as much as I do.
At 4:30pm I Skype my German family. The highlight of my day. My son, the nurse, is on nights at the moment so he gets up at about 3pm each day. Mr Boogs is making their main meals.
In the evening I phone my brothers and then watch TV for an hour or so. I’m spending the in between bits doing a jigsaw - it’s years since I did one but it is very relaxing. Amazon are rapidly selling out! 🧩
I had an apero over meet.jit.si with a friend. I hadn't realised how much I had missed her almost non stop chatter!! It was good to see her, and we're doing it again next week.
S. picked up the order from the butcher/greengrocer yesterday, and it included a very good steak PIE, half of which we had last night with baked potatoes (which had been languishing in S's deep freeze since heaven knows when) and some green beans. It was very filling, and the other half beckons for tonight ...
It's a cold but sunny day in Embra, so I think I'll have a little amble and see whether I can actually see the teddy-bear I put on my bedroom windowsill along with Piglet* and his little teddy.
Ambling, along with S (you are allowed to amble with someone in the same house, aren't you?) has happened; the teddies are indeed visible, and we noticed one or two other houses had teddies in their windows too.
We saw lots of people (many with dogs, including a lovely little Scottie), and passed the time of day with several, but at a distance. It was a good bit longer than my usual amble, but I feel much the better for it.
* a very appealing and much-loved friend who was knitted for me by my sister-in-law when she was expecting her daughter and fed up of knitting little boots. He became a sort of mascot for D. and me, and inspired my Ship name.
Today is my Other Half's birthday. We have celebrated gently with some tiny fairy cakes and half a bottle of champagne (Chateau W++tr+se). And very nice it was.
Bright but blustery, I didn't so much Amble as Get A Move On!
The people over the road have put a teddy in their front window in lieu of their son's dog. The doggy stayed with them during the day when their son was at w*rk, but obviously doesn't at the moment, and he loves to watch the world go by.
Yesterday evening I joined 8 friends for a virtual dinner party, over Zoom - it was very pleasant to bring together friends from different areas of my life.
Then today I hosted a Sunday lunch with some of my oldest friends, around the UK and one in Spain. I think the last time we were together was for a funeral of a parent, so this was more upbeat.
We’re going to do both each week until whenever. At least it’ll make me cook properly.
Today, for the first time, we shampooed and trimmed at home our Westie, Freddie. It took three of us, on and off - washing, drying, gentling, calming, keeping still and trimming - about an hour and a half in total. It makes the usual £30 fee* - which also includes claws - look like very good value indeed.
(Sadly our usual groomer had to cancel all appointments in the morning of the day he was booked in.)
Normally I’d be happy to put a few bears in the window, but our newish kitten is going through a destructive phase and the wide living room windowsill is one of her favourite haunts at the moment. I suspect if I put a bear there she’ll decide it’s a new shredding challenge.
Mr Nen and I have had a very busy day. He went for a run first thing, I got tea going in the slow cooker and then we listened to our online church service at 10.30. At 11.30 we had virtual coffee with a couple of friends. At 12.30 we caught up with the Nenlets via Zoom. After lunch I took my daily constitutional along with what seemed like most of the rest of the town - constant zigzagging and crossing of roads to keep the social distancing. At 5pm we had a Zoom meeting over tea and cake with friends, catching up with and praying for each other. Then our evening meal. I feel pretty tired now.
Apart from cooking* and eating supper, the rest of my day was very lazy - watching The Chase, a couple of episodes of Top Gear and Belgravia - anyone else been watching it?
I think I'm still newfangled with Proper Television™ - after the drought of 16 years of North American TV, even things like quiz shows are totally addictive when they're done properly.
* As it was leftover PIE with ready-to-bake potatoes, all I had to actually cook was broccoli, sauteed with coriander and garlic.
We’ve been watching Belgravia, but haven’t seen last night’s yet - the hot water tank decided it was a good time to spring a leak and send water through the kitchen ceiling. Good timing!
Houses are putting bears and rainbows in windows for children to spot. On our walk yesterday there was also hopscotch and various exercise instructions chalked on one of the pavements to keep children entertained.
I'm feeling very grateful that I'm having things so easy. I've had on-line groceries delivered for years and managed to get a couple sorted for yesterday and next Sunday before things went crazy. My company keeps ensuring me that as a valued on-term customer there will be slots for me after that. I have more than enough to keep me busy, and my mum is safe in her care home.
I'm still dithering about signing up to volunteer locally. I don't have a car so can't deliver things, my deafness makes me a liability when talking to people I don't know well, and I'm not really a people person anyway. I'm good at logistics and recommending books to read. I'm also pretty fit for my age, maybe packing boxes for people I could do.
Baptist Trainfan, yes, as we have no heating/hot water, we can get someone out.
Sarasa, I’ve not actually found it easy to volunteer locally, I’ve signed up to a couple of places and am getting ‘we’re not ignoring you’ messages but nothing else yet. I’m sure people are very busy.
@Sarasa When I placed my online order yesterday I surprisingly got a delivery slot for today. This morning I had an email telling me what won’t be delivered - most of it! As I was only ordering essentials (including chocolate of course) I now have a trek (by bike - my car battery is totally dead) to another supermarket to hunt for what I am missing. Ho hum.
In brighter news, my fabric order arrived this morning and is in the wash, so I’ll be industriously sewing scrubs for the local surgery (2 GPs and 2 nurses have requested sets) until I run out of fabric.
All three of us - unintentional guest, son and self - have been signed up as food and essentials deliverers, simply because we've been doing it since the Fludd-Ing and so knew who was in need of a hand and where they were. Our builder has supplied masks and an oversight last time we decorated means we have over 250 pairs of disposable gloves.
This morning has been spent wrangling with electricity company and sewerage people. Building Inspector is being tackled by builder at the moment.
I'd have considered volunteering, but like Sarasa, I don't drive, and as S. is "vulnerable" (over 60, type 2 diabetic), she wouldn't want me doing it anyway.
TBH, I wonder if she's being over-cautious: I can go along with not taking unnecessary risks, but when I offered to see what could be had in the local supermarket she was having none of it. Having said that, she was OK with my brother and nephew picking stuff up for us, and she let her cleaner and one of her neighbours into the house the other day.
She's due to run out of prescriptions in the next few days, and I've offered to go on the bus and pick them up for her if the chemist can't deliver them. I don't think she's thrilled at the idea, but if it's that or nothing ...
There's a small supermarket round the corner from the chemist, and I wonder if she'd accept the logic that if I'm going out anyway, I might as well see what I can find.
Perceived risk and actual risk don't always match. I am 70 and diabetic but also the only one who can go out. I am careful about social distancing, forswearing public transport, and wear vinyl gloves to the shops.
It's too far to the chemist to forswear public transport, but I reckon if I'm sensible, it might be OK. Presumably if people are only going out for essentials, the bus'll probably be half empty anyway.
A trip to Lidl this morning. Fairly quiet (I had to wait a few minutes to get in), most things available including the elusive tomato paste I've been after for some time! Not sure of two varieties of unusual Hungarian wine count as essential but I bought them anyway. However I paid the price, carrying two heavy shopping bags for nearly a mile mostly uphill (the last bit is the most annoying as I'm at the level of my house but then have to go downhill, round the corner, and then up!). I'm not using buses at the moment, and combining shopping with exercise.
That's fantastic, Piglet. Carrots are great as they last a longish while too.
I'm also finding it hard to know how to balance risk sensibly. I've stopped using buses, as they are usually packed with coughing and sneezing people, but whenever I'm walking and I see my usual bus pass me by, it is always empty now, so in reality, I'm sure I'd be fine to take it. Though I don't need to, as I have chemist and supermarket in walking distance, but sometimes taking the bus home from the supermarket might be handy, if I'm buying heavy stuff - it's a hilly 20-minute walk home. The supermarket is scaring me, because people weren't observing the 2 metre distance when I went last week, despite stickers on the floor, but I suspect if I go at a different time, it may be much quieter. It's just hard to know. And hard to know what are essentials - I've nearly run out of eggs, and eggs are a staple part of my usual diet, but equally I could survive fine without them.
I've stopped using buses ... but whenever I'm walking and I see my usual bus pass me by, it is always empty now, so in reality, I'm sure I'd be fine to take it.
Same here, so I was sorely tempted to do just that, this morning! But I really do need the exercise.
Our local buses seem to be working as per usual schedule, but, as a lot of the people normally using them are vulnerable/high risk/70+, they're running mostly empty...
I eschewed Tesco this morning, as the queue was the length of the car park (!) - well, it's always busy on a Monday - and went to my almost deserted local Co-Op. The only thing I would have liked to buy, but which, of course, they did not have, was a jar of fish paste (salmon, preferably). They had a good selection of fresh fruit and veg, though.
Why is a jar of salmon fish paste suddenly An Essential?
it’s a tricky one. I was completely out of laundry detergent, but most other things I could have managed without, one way or another. Except for the Easter Egg. My trek to the supermarket wasn’t too bad - I combined it with a visit to the bank to deposit a large amount of cash that I’d not used while I was away, so I am more solvent now. That meant I was around to be amused by someone driving the wrong way up our one-way main street - it happens every so often, especially at quiet times. The queue for the supermarket was only about 10 minutes, and most people observed the 2m rule, although a few were hovering in the middle of aisles. Still no flour or yeast (I usually make my own bread so it’s part of my “before” life) so I think that not only is UKland going to be super healthy after eating all the fruit & veg that is vanishing from shelves, but also we are becoming a nation of bakers.
... Why is a jar of salmon fish paste suddenly An Essential?
Because you can't get it ...
I honestly don't think this is an Essential, but I've just ordered an iron from Mr. Amazon: S's one has gone mysteriously AWOL* and although Iron Ing isn't one of my favourite activities, I have a few shirts that really don't feel right without it.
In mitigation, I'll say that I don't have all my clothes here: quite a few are in transit with my household goods, and at the moment I have absolutely no idea where they are. I e-mailed the removal bloke the other day, but his reply was vague, to say the least.
* It's quite possible that, in accordance with Murphy's Law, it'll turn up as soon as the new one arrives, but if I ever get a new château, I'll need one of my own anyway.
I've stopped using buses ... but whenever I'm walking and I see my usual bus pass me by, it is always empty now, so in reality, I'm sure I'd be fine to take it.
Same here, so I was sorely tempted to do just that, this morning! But I really do need the exercise.
Two weeks ago in Germany, where I was, they cordoned off the bus drivers and limited the number of people allowed on.
Our local routes have gone to a Sunday service but, combined, that's still 7 buses an hour to town which is too many. Problem is, there are three services which do serve different streets along certain part of their routes, and two distinct companies.
I went to the chemist this afternoon to pick up a prescription, and it's very organised how they are doing it. We queue outside, each two metres apart, and only one person can go in at a time, to collect their meds when their name is called. A staff person comes out when there are new people queuing and takes names. I like how organised it is, though I was a bit bewildered just because it's such a different way of doing it, and I wasn't sure what to expect. When the pharmacist called me in and asked for my address, I must have been in quite a state of discombobulation, as I started giving her the address I lived in as a teenager - I've moved house quite a few times since then!
Our local bus company (essentially a monopoly) is running a very limited service now-less than a Sunday schedule, as some routes have been cut, although they are now having to add a on few early journeys for NHS staff getting to the hospital, and tweaking a few bits of route. Trams are on Sunday timetable though that may change.
Tea here is salmon and asparagus risotto, cooked in a white wine and garlic stock. It will have creme fraiche stirred in just before the end of cooking.
Managed to get some work done this morning and rested this afternoon. Still a little breathless. I hope it improves soon as I want to get to the supermarket!
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Changing the subject, we have lots of odds and ends of old out of date seeds. I thought I would plant up what we have in last year’s compost and see if anything comes up - what’s to lose? We now have planted a few cauliflowers, a few carrots, some peas, 3 parsnips and 120 cucumbers. It’s sod’s law that every cucumber will come up, isn’t it? Oh well, I can always leave them at the front gate for people to take.
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It was a glorious morning today, but it's clouded over a bit. However, I fully intend to amble once the shop from whom I managed to order some food yesterday have phoned to let me know when the stuff can be picked up. As they just said "we'll phone in the morning", I've been up since half past eight so that I wouldn't miss the call - the landline phones here are both downstairs, and I thought if I was going to be sitting around waiting, I might as well be dressed.
It's rather weird to think that probably for the first time in about 40 years, it won't matter if I forget to put the clock forward.
As you say - doesn't really matter. Every day seems the same just now...
I've ranged our teddies along our windowsill as apparently it's A Thing that children out for a walk are Going On A Bear Hunt. There are 11. Which is surprising, as our children have both grown up and left home.
I might put up one or two (there's not much passing trade, and even less room!) in the portholes of the Ark.
A lovely idea!
I'm very happy to have rediscovered the two that are mine, given that not long ago I was bemoaning the fact that I was lacking a teddy bear in my life.
Builders and craftsmen have been working hours to suit domestic arrangements, childcare and so forth, greatly helped by our attached neighbours being away for the duration with her elderly mother and the unattached being very pleasant and accommodating. Having a "Rolls Royce" protecting tent has proved a Godsend with not a minute lost to bad weather. Then cancelled projects has meant extra manpower, working shifts and weekends to keep at a safe distance and to stop them falling over each other. Where two plasterers would have taken 4 days the 5 on site (!) got it all done in one day, two tiling teams (1 upstairs, 1 down), etc, etc. The upshot is that as of 4pm today we're at the stage the builder wouldn't have expected until around mid to late April.
On Monday we've another Building Inspection (possibly by video link, we're not sure) and plan the last phase which may be where we hit a wall if suppliers can't come up with what's required on time or if delivery proves difficult. Plus getting sewerage and electrical connections inspected by the relevant people.
Thank God my builder had what he described as "a gut feeling" that he should press ahead with the job as fast as possible and the architect gave samples of materials to Building Control at the outset.
I hope the completed work meets your approval...
Having started back at work on light duties Wednesday, I have since started getting a tight chest. Apparently it is common to develop the chest symptoms after a week, despite feeling better overall. I’m only occasionally slightly breathless and the chest tightening is usually just in the evening but it is a little frightening when you first experience it and anxiety definitely makes it worse. But I have a very good oxygen saturation level (we have an oxymeter as my younger son and I are mildly asthmatic - our asthma appears unaffected by the virus) and it seems to be improving today.
Sat and watched husband put up a bicycle shed today. I’m looking forward to feeling more energetic so I can get some gardening done!
I'll just be so glad to finally have a spare room, and sad that my late-lamented isn't here to see it. The galling bit is that plans for something smaller in the same place were rejected by the previous Heritage Officer three times over the space of 12 years. The good bit is that advances in materials mean that 18 years on we're getting something a lot better, built for less money, and that will be cheaper to run.
At 12 noon my five friends and I have a Skype chat which varies from half an hour to an hour. We have a good laugh, which does us all good.
At 2pm I have Zoom Pilates or Zoom German lessons, which I really look forward to. My RL teachers set them up so I already know the others in the groups.
Walking wise I cheat and do two dog walks a day. I walk one dog then the other in the morning and one dog then the other in the afternoon - but I go in completely different directions so that I’m not seen to be flouting the rules. I’m really lucky, I can get to lovely countryside on foot and there’s not another soul around.
Thank goodness! My dogs need the exercise as much as I do.
At 4:30pm I Skype my German family. The highlight of my day. My son, the nurse, is on nights at the moment so he gets up at about 3pm each day. Mr Boogs is making their main meals.
In the evening I phone my brothers and then watch TV for an hour or so. I’m spending the in between bits doing a jigsaw - it’s years since I did one but it is very relaxing. Amazon are rapidly selling out! 🧩
S. picked up the order from the butcher/greengrocer yesterday, and it included a very good steak PIE, half of which we had last night with baked potatoes (which had been languishing in S's deep freeze since heaven knows when) and some green beans. It was very filling, and the other half beckons for tonight ...
It's a cold but sunny day in Embra, so I think I'll have a little amble and see whether I can actually see the teddy-bear I put on my bedroom windowsill along with Piglet* and his little teddy.
Ambling, along with S (you are allowed to amble with someone in the same house, aren't you?) has happened; the teddies are indeed visible, and we noticed one or two other houses had teddies in their windows too.
We saw lots of people (many with dogs, including a lovely little Scottie), and passed the time of day with several, but at a distance. It was a good bit longer than my usual amble, but I feel much the better for it.
* a very appealing and much-loved friend who was knitted for me by my sister-in-law when she was expecting her daughter and fed up of knitting little boots. He became a sort of mascot for D. and me, and inspired my Ship name.
Bright but blustery, I didn't so much Amble as Get A Move On!
No teddies.
Happy birthday, Mrs. BT!
We're not teddy people, sorry!
Then today I hosted a Sunday lunch with some of my oldest friends, around the UK and one in Spain. I think the last time we were together was for a funeral of a parent, so this was more upbeat.
We’re going to do both each week until whenever. At least it’ll make me cook properly.
Just off to hunt out a bear or 3.
You've heard of the song 'Gladly, my cross-eyed bear'?
(Sadly our usual groomer had to cancel all appointments in the morning of the day he was booked in.)
Apart from cooking* and eating supper, the rest of my day was very lazy - watching The Chase, a couple of episodes of Top Gear and Belgravia - anyone else been watching it?
I think I'm still newfangled with Proper Television™ - after the drought of 16 years of North American TV, even things like quiz shows are totally addictive when they're done properly.
* As it was leftover PIE with ready-to-bake potatoes, all I had to actually cook was broccoli, sauteed with coriander and garlic.
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I'm feeling very grateful that I'm having things so easy. I've had on-line groceries delivered for years and managed to get a couple sorted for yesterday and next Sunday before things went crazy. My company keeps ensuring me that as a valued on-term customer there will be slots for me after that. I have more than enough to keep me busy, and my mum is safe in her care home.
I'm still dithering about signing up to volunteer locally. I don't have a car so can't deliver things, my deafness makes me a liability when talking to people I don't know well, and I'm not really a people person anyway. I'm good at logistics and recommending books to read. I'm also pretty fit for my age, maybe packing boxes for people I could do.
Sarasa, I’ve not actually found it easy to volunteer locally, I’ve signed up to a couple of places and am getting ‘we’re not ignoring you’ messages but nothing else yet. I’m sure people are very busy.
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In brighter news, my fabric order arrived this morning and is in the wash, so I’ll be industriously sewing scrubs for the local surgery (2 GPs and 2 nurses have requested sets) until I run out of fabric.
This morning has been spent wrangling with electricity company and sewerage people. Building Inspector is being tackled by builder at the moment.
TBH, I wonder if she's being over-cautious: I can go along with not taking unnecessary risks, but when I offered to see what could be had in the local supermarket she was having none of it. Having said that, she was OK with my brother and nephew picking stuff up for us, and she let her cleaner and one of her neighbours into the house the other day.
She's due to run out of prescriptions in the next few days, and I've offered to go on the bus and pick them up for her if the chemist can't deliver them. I don't think she's thrilled at the idea, but if it's that or nothing ...
There's a small supermarket round the corner from the chemist, and I wonder if she'd accept the logic that if I'm going out anyway, I might as well see what I can find.
I need the "yipee" smilie!
* Guess what I forgot to order from the phone-and-pick-up butcher/grocer the other day?
I'm also finding it hard to know how to balance risk sensibly. I've stopped using buses, as they are usually packed with coughing and sneezing people, but whenever I'm walking and I see my usual bus pass me by, it is always empty now, so in reality, I'm sure I'd be fine to take it. Though I don't need to, as I have chemist and supermarket in walking distance, but sometimes taking the bus home from the supermarket might be handy, if I'm buying heavy stuff - it's a hilly 20-minute walk home. The supermarket is scaring me, because people weren't observing the 2 metre distance when I went last week, despite stickers on the floor, but I suspect if I go at a different time, it may be much quieter. It's just hard to know. And hard to know what are essentials - I've nearly run out of eggs, and eggs are a staple part of my usual diet, but equally I could survive fine without them.
I eschewed Tesco this morning, as the queue was the length of the car park (!) - well, it's always busy on a Monday - and went to my almost deserted local Co-Op. The only thing I would have liked to buy, but which, of course, they did not have, was a jar of fish paste (salmon, preferably). They had a good selection of fresh fruit and veg, though.
Why is a jar of salmon fish paste suddenly An Essential?
I honestly don't think this is an Essential, but I've just ordered an iron from Mr. Amazon: S's one has gone mysteriously AWOL* and although Iron Ing isn't one of my favourite activities, I have a few shirts that really don't feel right without it.
In mitigation, I'll say that I don't have all my clothes here: quite a few are in transit with my household goods, and at the moment I have absolutely no idea where they are. I e-mailed the removal bloke the other day, but his reply was vague, to say the least.
* It's quite possible that, in accordance with Murphy's Law, it'll turn up as soon as the new one arrives, but if I ever get a new château, I'll need one of my own anyway.
Two weeks ago in Germany, where I was, they cordoned off the bus drivers and limited the number of people allowed on.
Over 70 is considered vulnerable but having diabetes would make someone vulnerable.
Managed to get some work done this morning and rested this afternoon. Still a little breathless. I hope it improves soon as I want to get to the supermarket!