I have to remember each day to let Mirinda know which one it is. She’s used to going into town, working, going to the flat, having long, boring, face-to-face meetings, etc, etc. Now her routine is a little more static. It’s up to me to be her calendar.
That’s not to say that my routine hasn’t had to be amended. I’m used to a house with just me and the puppies. An extra person, and one who’s working, does tend to impact on the home maker routine. Particular when it involves unscheduled baking, like it did today. Mirinda asked for a paleo loaf. What could I do?
Another evolving situation that mucks up my routine is the almost daily changes at Waitrose.
Today’s rule is that they only allow a maximum of 45 people in the shop at one time. Once the maximum is reached, they operate a strict one in, one out protocol. This sits alongside the old and infirm getting the first hour.
I have to say, it makes shopping the delight it normally is with few people, fast checking out and full shelves.
Before gaining entrance, the new rule meant joining a big queue outside the main doors. I grabbed a trolley and stood behind a man who was completely covered, head to toe. His outfit included what looked like an industrial dust mask, to avoid any contact with anything airborne.
I guess he may have some underlining health issue. For his sake, I hope so because he was dressed for Arctic conditions and it was not that cold. Still, one of the great things about social distancing is the fact that you are unlikely to smell other people’s body odour from two metres away.
The trolley was very handy for the social distancing rule. It kept everyone the correct distance without causing people to drift closer. It was a bit annoying when the guy in charge started telling people they shouldn’t collect a trolley first. I think he was trying to keep the line of people shorter but all he did was bring people closer together.
I’m not blaming him. The situation is continually changing and it is all very new to all of us. I think Waitrose is doing an excellent job and I have nothing but praise for them.
My wait in the queue was not very long. It took about ten minutes for me to get from the jewellers before Orvis to the head of the queue. The very well behaved and largely cheerful queue. It may have been a little less cheerful had it been raining.
The poor lion, which is normally crawling with kids, has been given a bit of a rest. It’s rare to see it devoid of laughing, screaming, licking children.
I’m fairly certain that the lion always has germs on it. Kind of like the way it always has kids on it. I’d be a bit concerned that my kids were not building up an immunity through contact. Still, I don’t have kids, so what do I know?
I managed to get everything I needed for the next two days and trundled my trolley home.
Mirinda had Skype and phone meetings all day while I pottered about. Then, after lunch, we headed up to Hankley with the dogs for our Period of Allowed Exercise.
It’s good that the places we walk them are big and usually quite empty because social distancing is not difficult. Except for the dogs. They don’t get the social distancing thing at all.
Actually, the walk around Hankley is a new one that Mirinda found a while back. It includes some lovely views across the MOD land as well as a trig point. As Mirinda said, it’s almost as good as one with a container in it. I suggested that while I do love a trig point, I’m fairly certain it’s a long way behind the possibility of running into a container in heathland.
There were a few individual family groups with their dogs who all kept their distance. We are very lucky to have such amazing spaces to relieve the boredom of the lockdown. Not for the first time, I felt very sorry for people in one bedroom flats in cities.
Back at home, I made lamb and pistachio rissoles with English asparagus and ribbon cabbage.
As I ate the asparagus (I love English asparagus) it occurred to me that my favourite vegetables were not ones I had growing up. At some stage I tasted asparagus, spinach, olives, etc and was overwhelmed with the deliciousness of them. I wonder if I’d like them so much if I’d had them as a child? Mind you, I still love broccoli, cheese and peas.
Regarding food matters, I follow quite a few farmers on twitter. One of my favourites is Joanne Pile. She regularly tweets photos of her cows. Today she was in her tractor and made a video. Here she is:
An amazing woman.