I confess I’m beginning to worry.
Only beginning mind you, and I am a very long way from the panic stage. So far.
What I am worrying about is the near future and the draconian measures that are coming down the line. Over here they are talking about forcing the pubs to close. That doesn’t bother me as I have been on an enforced exile from pubs since Herself had her “event” and I found myself restricted to shouting distance.
My worry is the logical progression of the pub closures in that they are sure to follow that with closing cafés and restaurants. In the village we have two pubs and a few coffee shops/cafés and frankly they are my lifeline. The pubs I can manage without but the coffee shops are an absolute godsend. Three of them do take-aways and I mean real food – home cooked with fresh meat and vegetables with none of your plastic mashed potato that you’d get from a supermarket. Last night for example we had a Thai chicken curry with creamy coconut sauce and yoghurt and a flavour that tingled in the mouth for a while after. Delicious!
We rely heavily on these take-aways. I suppose we would have five or six a week which absolves me from cooking duties while providing a good variety of wholesome meals. If they are shut down I am fucked. It would mean I would somehow have to come up with new recipes all the time which is a pain in the arse, not to mention the hassle of getting decent ingredients, which would mean constant trips to the village. And the nearest decent butcher is fucking miles away.
Now add to all this worry the news that the UK is effectively putting all over 70s under house arrest which will probably give our lot ideas to do the same. Four fucking months? That means isolation and no visitors until mid-July? They have to be joking.
Of course it’s for our own good. Isn’t every piece of draconian Nanny legislation For Our Own Good?
I’m beginning to think that t would be better to go out, mingle with the crowds and catch the bug.
Just get it over with.