Happy days are here again
Today started off badly.
There was no particular reason, just a feeling of meh. I suppose it was the constant stream of misery emanating from Herself’s room [from her radio, not Herself] and the general air of gloom and doom.
Then the doorbell rang. This is unusual as the only people who use our doorbell are the meter reader or a parcel delivery bloke, and the latter doesn’t usually even bother and just dumps the parcel in the garden. So anyways I went to see who could be there and it turned out to be our new neighbour and her son. This may not seem remarkable but they have been living there for months and for various reasons any attempt at introductions had failed in the past.
So New Neighbour [and son] and I had a grand chat. She offered any help that we might need in these times of chassis which was nice. One of the important things in life is to have good neighbours and the gods have seen fit to bless us in that area. I suppose I had better start removing all the rubbish I had chucked over the fence in the past.
Then I went down to the village. There was a queue outside the chemist’s which was a bit surreal. They were dealing with only one customer at a time but when they saw me I was ordered to skip the queue as I had phoned in my drug requirements in advance. There was a distinct air of a country at war which was weird. I almost started wondering about ration books.
I called into the place where they sell ready made dinners. They assured me that they had no intention of closing but were setting up a counter across the door so we get served in the street. I was feeling happier by the minute.
Finally I went to buy dog-food. My local supplier has closed so it was a bit of a trip but short of starving the dog it was necessary. They had a huge sign on the door pleading with all customers to stay at least six feet from anyone else and to avoid cash. There were several other requirements but I didn’t bother reading them. The shop was open and that was all I cared about.
So I’m home now. I have my drugs and a grand supply of ready made dinners. Penny loves her new food and the neighbours love Penny.
It was a good day after all.
Glad to hear that!
Wot? No cat food?
Good to read a story without doom and gloom. The TV is full of it, plus hysteria. Panic buying is in full swing even at our village Co-Op. The world is going mad.
Glad you two (three? hi Penny, 'woof!') are set for now. Very dystopian here, they're literally rounding up homeless people and getting them into hotels/motels. We're just shy of zombies running amok.
I'm not one who must point every-little-typo in a post or article but "times of chassis"? Are you implying that she wished to check out your undercarriage? If so, ask her to pay extra attention to your drive shaft just in case it might have warped.
Ah! An Irish expression. From Seán O'Casey's play "Juno and the Paycock". It basically means chaos caused by life being pared back to the bare bones [the chassis], but is pronounced with a hard"ch" [as in chair] and to rhyme with molasses.
Bet you're sorry you mentioned it now?