All good friends having a latte

This morning, in Starbucks, there came a time when the only customers were regulars. All the regulars knew each other. Sue, standing behind the counter, smiled and announced the fact that she could relax because it felt like we were all friends.

I looked around and, it was true. There was about ten of us and no strangers. It was very pleasant. Then a stranger came through the door and everything returned to normal. For a moment, though, it had been quite special.

There was one odd thing. The management has decided that personal cups should not be handled by staff (fear of covid-19 transference) so people have to fill their own from disposable cups. While I understand it, I don’t think they’re doing anything about handling cash.

It seems to me, given cash is never washed and passes through many hands, coins and notes would be more likely to infect people. Cups, on the other hand, are washed, dried and generally only handled by one person. Humans can be a bit odd sometimes.

Like the toilet paper rampage going on at the moment. Hordes of people panic buying stacks of loo roll as protection against covid-19. As someone on Twitter said, the virus affects your lungs, not your bum.

When I left Starbucks, having discussed the weather with my South African friends and the need for caffeine with Andrew, I headed to Waitrose for a two day shop. The idea is to go to RHS Wisley tomorrow morning so I’ll not be heading for the shops.

Mirinda had requested Joey layer cake for dinner tonight so roast lamb seemed an excellent idea for after garden Sunday tea.

The visit to Wisley will, of course, be dependent on the weather.

The weather today was pretty good. There was a brief but torrential shower just before I left the house to go shopping but this went and that was it for the rest of the day.

I also decided to make the carrot cake pudding so went to Holland and Barrett and once more failed to locate any bee pollen. After getting home, I ordered some online. I keep trying to do the right thing by the analogue shops but they keep letting me down.

Speaking of analogue shops, I don’t think I’ve mentioned that Colony (previously India Jane) in the Lion and Lamb, is no more.

A lot of empty real estate

The builders were in last week, clearing it out and sprucing it up. It’s quite prime and, I bet, expensive. I wonder how long it will remain empty. The chocolate shop opposite is still vacant having been so for a few years now.

It make me wonder why they’re building a whole bunch of new retail units in the Brightwell’s Scheme. Could it be short term cash in preference to long term benefit?

Back at home, I whipped up a frittata. I find this is an excellent lunch when you have a few leftover vegetables and the eggs have piled up. I’d bought some bacon to scatter over it. It turned out delicious.

The white blobs are mozzarella

Prick of the Week

I haven’t spotted anyone being particularly inconsiderate for a while so it was quite nice to come across three today. All of them had done the same thing, all of them are pricks.

For reasons known only to long dead footpath planners, the path in Castle Street is bordered by a difficult to wheel over cobbled section. Cars, too long for the car spaces, feel it only right that they can take up half the footpath. The one above was the worst but there were two more behind me.

Sometimes I wish I had a wheelchair. I’m not sure how I’d avoid scratching the shit out of this Jaguar. Or, actually, whether I’d bother. Avoiding it, I mean.

I asked a friend of mine once why she had such a big car. She said it made her feel safer. Mirinda suggested that if everyone felt the same, all cars would be bigger than trucks as each driver strove to be the safest.

To my way of thinking, it would better if all cars were smaller. That way everyone would feel the same level of safety and the pedestrians would get a better deal.

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