Day 1: Officially designated old and vulnerable
Is the Government trying to offend as many
people, in as short a time, as possible? First they seemed relatively resigned to some
of us dying, now we are being aggressively protected as if we are on the brink
of extinction. I do hope they don’t think they can try to breed us like that
poor rhino.
I see what they’re doing. But honestly? I’m in good
health: I do Tai Chi, I go to the gym. I don’t smoke and I don’t drink excessively.
I’m in bed by 9pm every night, and I’ve got a brand new hip.
So yes, resentment still riding high about being confined
to home. The only blessing is they don’t seem to have yet outlawed golf (so
Husband has a stay of execution as long as he’s allowed to pootle off round
there).
Not tried the badge out yet. But a few other
highlights from today.
Received a telephone call at 6 this morning
informing me that one of my old (older than me) ladies that I visit had died.
Very sad but not unexpected. I thought this was an omen and therefore an
opportunity to get ahead of the crowds to forage for sustenance. It was not to
be...
Despite forgoing my makeup they were still there
before me, some having driven 25 miles as "your supermarket is bigger than
ours". Seriously. I could NOT believe it. Even at that early hour there
were throngs of angry people (all young I hasten to add - we pensioners
should be enjoying a well deserved lie in!)
I’m pretty sure they don’t have a clue what they’d even do with the pasta
or rice they’re fighting over. Especially having seen the other ingredients in
their baskets (beans; chips; kale; vegan muesli).
Standards are clearly dropping in this part of the world: it was a
chilly morning but they were there in flip flops, slippers and pyjamas… why was
I worried about makeup?
In a bid to get in some social contact before I'm publicly ostracised, I
struck up a conversation with the check out girl. She told me that the
supermarket closed last night due to fighting in the aisles. Honestly. Maybe a
little distancing might be a good thing?
Anyway I managed to purchase some small bits and pieces, so with great
anticipation set about making dinner this evening. Only the cooker just
died... So against the odds I have secured some food but now have no way
to cook it.
Who is this demon making these things happen? Is Simon Cowell about to reveal this is all the grandest reality show yet? As you could not really make it up.
I later received a telephone call informing me that another local
supermarket had their pharmacy shut down...not because of coronavirus but
because the pharmacist had put up with enough crap over the last few days so
had simply shut up shop and walked out. I applaud you sir: bet he's over 70!
Decided on the name Silver Dream Machine because I always told the children that I worked with that my hair was silver NOT grey. (Poetic licence!)
ReplyDeleteSecondly I have actually had eye contact with David Essex twice at a concert.
Oh, the days of White Grandad shirts, black waistcoats and Doc Martins.
That explains the name.
Yesterday was hectic. I put the washing out and took it in, cleaned bathrooms, dusted and cleaned out three kitchen cupboards. Deep joy I found half a bag of rice.
Himself played a game of cards on the computed, did part of a jigsaw, read his book, chopped an onion and collected the rest of the parsley from the garden.
I asked him to put the vacuum cleaner around.
To cheer himself up he decided to bring his weekend fried breakfast forward. I pointed out that he had used his egg ration and Saturday would be Bran Flakes with two tablespoons of milk.
The joy of finding the rice made me decide to cook Kedgeree for dinner.
No fresh fish however, vacuum packed was available.
In the evening I started to prepare the meal. Himself came into the kitchen to see what all the swearing was about.
(Since I now can't clench my teeth together I have developed Tourette's.)
I was then treated to a demonstration of how to open the vacuum pack.
I could only stand back and admire this skill.
The meal takes about 30 minuets to cook and he appeared twice to check on its progress.
He then told me I had laid out the wrong fork and returned it to the cutlery draw. He took out a very small on kept for our 5 year and Granddaughter.
Well thank goodness that it is Saturday, my treat day. Only six hours fifteen minuets to my Gin and Tonic accompanied by a packet of Quavers, only 86 calories!