Tuesday 10th March, 2020
Yesterday evening, Sick Sprog decided he’d done with self-isolation, and landed in the lounge – coughing!
Within seconds I found myself making good use of my protective face mask. Not sure they are intended for use in one’s own lounge, but so be it!
Cold, flu or the dreaded coronavirus – why all that business with share and share alike? None of it’s for me!
After the clock struck 7pm, I gave post-workday Hubby strict instructions to remain in cough-free zone upstairs. Fortunately, Sprog fell asleep before the 10 o’clock news came on, so Hubby was able to descend from his sanctuary to watch TV, for a short spell, without being coughed upon.
I don’t think I have been stockpiling, as such – I’ve only filled up a hand basket at each shop – but have been for quite a few (lot of) shopping trips. And it is becoming increasingly difficult to find any space in the kitchen cupboards for my latest purchases. Will I really need bags of mixed nuts, sunflower and sesame seeds? Do I even like them? Sick Sprog (can’t be that sick) assures me that he will (does) need two bumper-sized boxes of Cheerios. Am I really going to make roti bread with the two bags of plain flour I’ve purchased? Does buying two of everything count as stockpiling?
Tesco have already started cashing in on the panic buyers: a bottle of Nurofen, for 7-12 year olds, now costs around the £7 mark, and has to be purchased over the pharmacy counter, rather than in the help-yourself-as-long-as-you-pay medicine section. Good thing the pharmacist didn’t ask me about the age of my sprogs – all over the age of 12! There’s no way Sick Sprog would swallow an Ibuprofen tablet, not without coughing it all back up over me – a dead cert. method of infect-your-mum with any bugs and viruses going.
Today, with Non-Sick Sprog at school, and Non-Sick-Adult Sprog at work, I’m taking no chances in the good company of Sick Sprog; and I don the face mask for the purpose of watching ‘Dinner Date’.
Had a good phone chat with friend, in which I assured her that I had taken her home-remedy advice and bought garlic and honey. What I didn’t tell her was that it really isn’t a great idea to put several cloves of garlic in one’s curry, rice and peas, prior to re-donning one’s face mask. The taste and smell of my breath is truly horrendous! And I suspect that I will die of the stench before any virus gets to me. Good thing the government are planning to ban social events – the sooner the better, for all involved!
Not that, with my current issues with social anxiety, I was planning on going anywhere anyway, except perhaps to Tesco again to pick up a couple of tins of …? What haven’t I already bought two of?
Really hate prunes, but anything for the reassuring sight of other living beings, and I reckon I’ve already bought two of everything else. Reminds me of that old song about Noah and his obsessive preference for twosomes!
The purchases went in two by two. Hurrah, Hurrah!
The purchases went in two by two, the Cheerios and the bog roll too ….
They all went into my house and …
Fortunately, I have no idea what went into the ark next. Prunes?
By The Silly-Savvy Salopian