The shopping expedition also involved depositing a bag of empty jam jars on a neighbour’s front step. Appealed for through our local What’s App group, I was glad to oblige. Glass collection being suspended meantime, it helps reduce the pile.
Butcher’s shop minus the two elder statesmen who’ve worked on into retirement, but now asked to stay home. Or decided to stay home. Lines are painted on the floor to indicate social distancing. Apochryphal tales of excess abound, but there’s enough trouble in the world as it is.
Met neighbour who didn’t get off on holiday either and had a chat from the recommended distance.
DH is involved in an online meeting. As the voices of strangers are resonating around the house, this must be working.
To the newsagent where I paid our bill (small businesses are struggling) and skimmed round his shelves. Emerged with fresh carton of pink grapefruit juice (I’m not allowed, but DH prefers), two onions and two tins of tomatoes. Oh, and an anti-bacterial handwash.
And maybe a packet of teacakes…
Made soup for lunch.
Yesterday’s writing was poor – only 500 words. tut!
Really enjoyed the online adjudications posted by the council of the Scottish Association of Writers. they can be found here
Edinburgh Writers’ Club have several mentions.
Volunteers are wonderfu!
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