On Saturday Julia walked to the shop again and rang to report that the panic-buying was getting worse. I have already reported on that.
Sunday was spent watching Murder She Wrote and Diagnosis Murder.
On Monday I packed parcels, as usual, then returned home for lunch. We ate what could best be called a fusion lunch (corned beef hash and pasta bake) to empty the fridge and set off on holiday.
By this time my left hand, the one with the arthritic little finger, started to feel distinctly more arthritic.
We drove through Lincolnshire, reached Norfolk and stopped for coffee at at a roadside McDonald’s. It was there that we had a phone call from Julia’s brother to tell us that the government was banning all unnecessary travel and that hotels were to be closed to act as hospitals.
We made a phone call of our own, to establish that the Travelodge was still open. It was. Listening to the radio we established that the situation was advisory, rather than a Draconian clampdown (which would come later).
We decided that as we were most of the way there the rest of our journey fell into the “necessary” category.
By evening my hand was very swollen and all the fingers were impersonating bananas. I did wonder about getting my wedding ring cut off at one point, but it didn’t quite get bad enough. I had to have it done once after injuring my finger playing rugby with the kids and it’s a simple enough procedure if you know someone with the right tool. The only problem is cutting through the hallmarks, which is a nuisance but doesn’t really affect it in wear once you weld it back again.
We had quite a good time over the next few days, with chips at Aldeburgh, a family meal at Beefeater and Afternoon Tea at the Hatfield Hotel in Lowestoft. Unfortunately I can’t get the photos off the card, so that’s three Scone Chronicles you won’t be getting. The chips on the beach were great, the family meal was excellent and the afternoon tea had the best sandwiches I’ve had so far in the series. It also had sausage roll, a cheese straw, a cheese scone, onion chutney, a fruit scone and a lot of cake. In fact, we needed a doggy bag.
Aldeburgh and Southwold were busy. People are fleeing from London and living in their second homes. They obviously think that the fresh air will preserve them from illness.
The Scallop at Aldeburgh – Julia adding colour and a sense of purpose
On the final day (which was last Thursday, and technically makes this Nine Days I Wouldn’t Want Again) we stopped at the TESCO opposite the Travelodge. Julia offered to pop in for bread and milk while I sat in the car – she is a jewel amongst wives. She reported long queues, empty selves and bad-humoured queuing. There were lines to stand behind and a ban on cash – all the shops are using the crisis to make another attempt at driving cash out of use.
On the way back we stopped at a Garden Centre to meet my sister. In contrast to TESCO it was a good-natured place with full shelves and only about a dozen customers in the place. We had tea and cake and remarked that it really needed a tumbleweeed to add the final touch.
Social distancing had needed three days to take hold, but seemed to be working.
Of course, the Government was on its way to another panic by then…
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I see. It was you travelling around willy nilly that tipped the government into then lockdown. It is always good to have someone to blame. Thank you.
Look after yourself as best you can. The world would be a poorer place, much poorer, without your blog.
I hope your finger will be okay.
It is getting better but a lifetime of pills and injections is looming…
Ouch!
It’s better than the alternative. So is lockdown. 🙂
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That is some scallop! Julia not only provided color, but also a sense of scale. Glad you had your holiday. Now it’s time to hunker down.
One day I will make a proper study of it. – it is more interesting than it seems from my photo.
Yes, siege mentality now. Reading, writing and repeats – already watched The Sweeney, Quincy MD, Kojack and The Saint (Roger Moore version). 🙂
Kojack! Not that’s a blast from the past. Forgot all about that show.
It’s like reliving my early years! 🙂
Where on earth did you get the pasta for the pasta bake? You’ll be telling us next that you have toilet rolls! There again better keep that quiet or the mob will be around with baseball bats!
There were a dozen packs left in the shop two weeks ago – I bought one then. Little did I realise how precious it would become…
At least the catering was good. Now no more MacDonalds.
I was banking on McDonalds to make up for the lack of food on shelves. I am considering a shopping trp this week and am practising a hollow cough to ensure people keep out of my way. 🙂
🙂 “What a good idea” cackles Jackie
When you have lemons, make lemonade, as they say. 🙂
You will have to make homemade scones to file a scone report. 🙂
We don’t actually have enough flour in stock and none in the shops!
You could be the inventor of the flourless scone. I see blueberry scones in my visions. 🙂
I saw some blueberry scones on Thursday at a garden centre. It was a shock to see they had crossed the Atlantic.
I may try to rediscover the recipe for my Date and Stilton Scones.
Those sound good!
Last Thursday I shopped and went for scotch. The liquor store was far less populated and far better stocked than the grocery. Stay safe.
I am now seriously thinking about a liquid diet to see me through the isolation… 🙂
Yeah. I understand that.
🙂 We have two bottles of vodka which we didn’t get round to turning into sloe vodka last year. It’s not got enough alcohol in it to make good handwash so I suppose we might as well drink it.
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