I had a great night’s sleep last night, and woke ready for my weekly shopping trip. We travelled across town, past the empty university and arrived at the supermarket at 8.15. There was already a queue.
Fortunately we had ordered the shopping via Click & Collect and there was only one car in front of us. As we finished packing, another car drew up behind us. Annoying as it is that I can’t get another slot, you have to admit that they are working to capacity. It looks like I will be having to queue with the oldies again next week.
Government advice is that the best thing to stop coronavirus is your front door. Next best, I suppose, is collecting your shopping from a Click & Collect bay where the two staff on duty stay well away from you. Shopping, even once a week, is a very poor third in the list – despite the limits on entry, the one-way system and the supposed social distancing. Last week I estimate I had around 20 people getting far too close, which defeats the point of staying isolated all week.
I have just finished breakfast (bacon, mushroom and black pudding in white cobs). It’s not a healthy breakfast but as long as I don’t eat it every day I don’t suppose it will do me too much harm. I could have eaten high fibre cereal and brown toast (again) but there is little point in being the fittest corpse in the coronavirus ward.
The best thing is that I was so hungry I could eat it all again. There’s something that always seems so virtuous about finishing a meal and still leaving room for more. I really ought to try it more often.
I’m considering beans on toast for lunch, possibly with tomatoes and eggs, which will mean I have managed a Full English Breakfast by installments.
The picture is a much-missed Little Chef breakfast. I would have been better off photographing my own breakfast but, let’s be honest, it never seems to last long enough to give me time to fetch the camera.
I’ll stick to porridge and a cup of tea. If I was tempted by breakfasts like that, I would soon need a hoist to get me on my bike.
We had salad for lunch, which is probably the definition of shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted.
It’s called a balanced diet.
I thought that was a pork pie in each hand.
Some grocery stores here have changed their hours, making them longer, hoping to spread out the shopping crowds. I have not seen queues yet, except at the checkout line.
Our shops all cut hours initially but have just announced that they will be opening longer to spread out the crowds.
I had plain eggs this morning, but I really wish I’d had some bacon with it….not English breakfast, but tasty….however I am drinking British blend tea….
Eggs are good – we had a couple of weeks when we couldn’t get eggs. At that point I knew we had a problem. Hope you are all keeping well.
Define well🤪
I’d define “well” as healthy and not acting on your homicidal thoughts… 🙂
So far so good, but tomorrow is another day….😉
🙂
That is indeed quite a breakfast. Thus far, Clif and I have avoided going to the grocery store. Between have a good stockpile and ordering online, we are making do. At some point, I suppose we will have to break down and go. Not looking forward to it.
That stockpile was good planning – ordering online is not an option here – just can’t get a time slot. 🙂
Ah, well!
I am going to cultivate a hollow cough – that should stop people coming too close next time I go shopping.
An impressive Little Chef breakfast
If only you could still get them… 🙂