The Hunter Gatherer
I am just back from the village.
As I set out I realised that I had a lot in common with my ancient ancestors – heading off into the surrounding countryside to see what I could forage in the way of supplies. I had neither crossbow nor rifle with me but the principle remains the same.
The only way my life has changed in the past few weeks is the complete disruption to my food supply. Normally I alternate between two grocery suppliers who deliver on a next day basis. They are both out of the equation now. I went into one site and all the slots are taken up to and including April 24th. That’s as high as their calendar goes. The other site just doesn’t work any more. So I am left to my own resources.
There is a bloke they keep wheeling out on television [something to do with some emergency committee or other]. He is the epitome of doom. For an expert, his forecasts are about as gloomy as possible. You can almost see the little black thundercloud hanging over his head. Recently he announced that if we weren’t all worried or scared then there was something seriously wrong with us. Not bad at a time when we are all supposed to be calm?
So I was worried [as he will be pleased to hear] but not scared. My life is exactly as it has been for years now. We are experts in the art of “social distancing” and even “social isolation” but we have always had plentiful supplies. Until now. The last time I was in the village I got the last two tiny bottles of milk which lasted for three days, but today I ran out.
So down I went to the village, somewhat full of trepidation.
I came back somewhat full of supplies.
I got milk, fruit, baccy and fags. I also got enough meals to do us into next week. No problem. The shelves were fully stocked and the only place that was closed was my coffee shop [and a couple of other shops of no interest which I had never even been in]
So Yer Man on the telly can go fuck himself.
I’m not worried any more.
I live in the Adirondack Mountains of Northern Ny state. We’ve got all kinds of stuff that grows wild that is edible. Hell, deer walk past my back window sometime. If I wind up having to take one down for a meal, EnCon be damned! My small town was invaded by the citiots from New Jersey and Long Island who headed to their second homes or came to raid the store and liberate all the shit paper.
But do you have toilet paper!
It's the same here in Devon – plenty of stuff in the shops and very few shoppers. And the good news is that Off-licences have been added to the list of 'essential retailers'!
Good thing too – there would be riots otherwise!
Sadly, I have a female friend from that side of the pond who would call the cops for this. Though we’ve been friends for 20 years, her love of authority has me questioning the relationship