In the beginning...
I was talking to my daughter over the weekend about the measures likely to be imposed on the over 70s in the UK because of Coronavirus. She was remarkably swift to say she wouldn't dream of putting me at risk by visiting me. Having regaled her with my own two cents on the state of the world she suggested writing it down. So here I am.
I think what started it was with the first rumours that over 70s could be quarantined for 3 months. I left no-one in any doubt that in the event of any enforced confinement in the house with the Husband, only one of us was getting out alive. And it wasn't the Corona that was going to get him. Apparently social distancing doesn't mean I can make him sleep in the garden. Thanks again Daughter. It's good to have clarity over all the new terminology in these uncertain times.
Anyway, I'd been planning to break any curfew by making it to Tesco in disguise. I thought a beard and sunglasses would to the trick but clever Daughter suggested adding to the subterfuge by wearing a 'happy 40th birthday' badge. I can't wait to be challenged and tell whoever it is precisely how rude it is to ask a lady her age.
While I still had my freedom however, I made a break for it... and found the supermarket in utter disarray. Honestly it was worse than Christmas with all the pushing and shoving. Prepared to call for order I cleared my throat (loudly - it may have sounded like a cough) and found I had a much clearer path to the shelves.
Seriously. Not that I'm quite old enough to remember it - the rules were less stringent during the Blitz. I cheerfully told my kids to play with anyone with the latest illness going when they were little - now we're all wrapped in government-issued cotton wool. It's all very well and good in theory but trust me: we are creating a world of angry pensioners ready to let rip. What with the only fully stocked shelves in the supermarkets being the wine beer and spirits, we'll all be alcoholics come August.
Meanwhile the Waitrose website has crashed and my local Marks and Spencer has sold out of truffle oil. First world problems maybe: but I'm 71 and about to be locked up for old age. So forgive me my foibles. I hope you enjoy my ramblings.
I was talking to my daughter over the weekend about the measures likely to be imposed on the over 70s in the UK because of Coronavirus. She was remarkably swift to say she wouldn't dream of putting me at risk by visiting me. Having regaled her with my own two cents on the state of the world she suggested writing it down. So here I am.
I think what started it was with the first rumours that over 70s could be quarantined for 3 months. I left no-one in any doubt that in the event of any enforced confinement in the house with the Husband, only one of us was getting out alive. And it wasn't the Corona that was going to get him. Apparently social distancing doesn't mean I can make him sleep in the garden. Thanks again Daughter. It's good to have clarity over all the new terminology in these uncertain times.
Anyway, I'd been planning to break any curfew by making it to Tesco in disguise. I thought a beard and sunglasses would to the trick but clever Daughter suggested adding to the subterfuge by wearing a 'happy 40th birthday' badge. I can't wait to be challenged and tell whoever it is precisely how rude it is to ask a lady her age.
While I still had my freedom however, I made a break for it... and found the supermarket in utter disarray. Honestly it was worse than Christmas with all the pushing and shoving. Prepared to call for order I cleared my throat (loudly - it may have sounded like a cough) and found I had a much clearer path to the shelves.
Seriously. Not that I'm quite old enough to remember it - the rules were less stringent during the Blitz. I cheerfully told my kids to play with anyone with the latest illness going when they were little - now we're all wrapped in government-issued cotton wool. It's all very well and good in theory but trust me: we are creating a world of angry pensioners ready to let rip. What with the only fully stocked shelves in the supermarkets being the wine beer and spirits, we'll all be alcoholics come August.
Meanwhile the Waitrose website has crashed and my local Marks and Spencer has sold out of truffle oil. First world problems maybe: but I'm 71 and about to be locked up for old age. So forgive me my foibles. I hope you enjoy my ramblings.
Yes, I feel under threat of being locked up too!
ReplyDeleteMy lovely Sue, how I am going to miss you and our silly conversations. However, you are an awesome 71 years old lady and we will still going to have our silly chats and you are still going to read stories to my little ones.
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