FOWC with Fandango: Pass


And now we pass by
Keeping our distance, not touching
The supermarket is wide
Put plastic gloves on, groceries not clutching
There are things in the air
peas with hairs we cannot see
they are ready to pounce, will not set you free
These are the times
We will not forget
Look on the bright side
Do not begin to fret
The choice of veg is yours
there is no-one in the way
One day we will look back
on the days when we could stay
No fighting for the last bread
Or a toilet roll
You have a ticket at the entrance
to entitle you to stroll
Make the most of days of quiet
Do not fall into a coma
You now belong to the world
We are sharing our corona

FOWC with Fandango: Pass

RDP Saturday: Looking Within


My most exclusive possession at the moment: a tin of cooked tomatoes, the last perhaps in the country.   It all began with the great panic buying rush. We were being attacked by an invisible enemy, and as in war times people got anxious. I walked through the aisles of the supermarket for a tin of tomatoes, perhaps two. It is always handy to have an extra tin. I reached the shelf and what did I see: yawing blank, although there were 4 half sized tins left. I took two and the lady next to me took the other two. We did not argue, but I noticed our hands were shaking as we removed the tins. Since that day, at the beginning of the week, there are no more tins of tomatoes. Suspicions fall on our Italian based population that need these as a component to pasta. Of course, you can make a pasta sauce with cream. It is very tasty and I even prefer it, but ……. No genuine person of Italian origin would have no tinned tomatoes at home. Luckily many make their own pomodori (as they are known)  from their garden grown tomatoes, cooking and sterilising them for their use.

For the simple people like myself, we have a stock of tinned tomatoes in the cupboard and now I have none. The stores have been plundered. I even made investigations in Internet studying the local shops. In two I discovered that had 1-2 tins but there was the remark “precare”, meaning first come first served.

What can you do in these hard times. I now have many tomatoes in my fridge and if necessary will peel them and cook them myself when making spaghetti.  If it is a success I might even try to sell them on the black market.

“Hey, wanna tin of pomodori?”

“How much?”

“Four toilet rolls”

I am sure that would be a success.


RDP Saturday: Looking Within

Good Morning


May it be sunny or misty, it makes no difference. Our planet still has a morning and despite the invisible little hairy peas everywhere nature is still making an appearance. Perhaps the environment disciples (thinking of Greta Thunberg) are now happy that we are no longer destroying our environment, we now have a virus that is doing it for us, because we have shut down and no-one is working.

Yesterday I was not here very often, just in the morning to say hello. I was on a forbidden trip to the store for food which actually went quite well. They let me in, I was given a card of admittance which I had to give back when I left. First of all they sprayed it with disinfection liquid before giving it to me. Me being me, I had to be carefully that I did not lose it on my way through the aisles of the store. I eventually got home and realised that a couple of important things were forgotten. I was so busy concentrating on getting everything and covering our needs for a little longer, that I forgot what I needed for the week-end so today I will be on my way again: just for a few items. I do not intend staying long in the outside world. Everyone was keeping nice safe distances to each other in the store and there seems to be a feeling of togetherness in the air, although I am sure that if one day we will be living a virus free life again, it will all be forgotten and we will look back on it all as something for the history books.

I had a little perk yesterday, just really a very tiny one. I read that our medics are trying normal drugs out on cases of coronus, and in a few cases have found an improvement with certain drugs, particularly one used for Aids problems. Of course it is a small, very small, hope, but that is all we have at the moment. I was on the phone with No. 2 son who lives on the other side of Switzerland and we both realise that it will be a long while until we see each other again. He is OK and his family. They live near the German border and see it from their garden. I also spoke to my friend in London. London is one of the harder hit areas in Britain, which it not surprising looking at the dense population. They have now also closed all restaurants and places where large congregations of people are. It seems the panic buying continues and the search for a toilet roll. Our government has now forbidden more than 5 people in a group.


As I was leaving the store yesterday I looked back and saw almost empty areas, the tills are on the left of the photo.  I only had to walk to my car on the right where you can see the black band and was glad to be on the way home again. Perhaps I can show these pictures to my grandchildren in the future, if we have one again.

Otherwise it is so quiet. When I got my car from the underground garage at home I noticed it was full of cars. No-one goes anywhere at the moment unless they have to. People are busy in their gardens or just sitting outside enjoying the weather.

And enough of dark thoughts. As long as our local cherry tree is flowering, we have something positive to see even if it does look a little fuzzy through the mist.


Have a good day everyone, take it as it comes and hope for the best.