That was the name my plant identification app gave me, so it must be chicory.
That was the name my plant identification app gave me, so it must be chicory.
As the night draws in you make no plans. Switch on the TV and be victims to what they choose to bring. Since Mr. Swiss has been progressing in years, he prefers to go to bed earlier and I am left with a choice of programmes. I never used to bother so much and left it up to him with his Swiss TV political programmes, and German police series. BBC, the British programme, existed, but was out of bounds most of the time.
Now life has changed and I am usually left to my own devices from 9.00 p.m. meaning it is BBC until I retire. Actually Mr. Swiss has also now got an appetite of British TV and tends to watch from the beginning of the evening.
At the moment I am watching a repeat of “Dad’s Army” and my evening will finish with “Casualty” a hospital programme with the usual nurses and doctor actors. My tonights have really got exciting as the years go by.
Better? No, nothing is better. It is the same. Perhaps where you live there are less cases of this coronus problem, but it is still there lurking in the background. I just had a very strong talk with my handicapped son (autism) who said “bye” and went on his usual walk through the town in the afternoon: a town that is now, or should be, empty of people. Perhaps there are a few ignorants wanting to enjoy the nice weather outside, but an autist does not realise that we are on other times. I certainly would not be keen for him to get ill, or even worse, bring the whole thing home. I cannot lock him in, but explained if he really wants to go for a walk, then he can do his walking locally in the woods or even the village (which is very small), but certainly not in town. Thank goodness he has a mobile phone and I called him to say come home immediately. I was having my midday sleep when he left and did not realise it quick enough.
It has also not got better in the stores. To a certain extent yes, that we again have toilet rolls, but I decided to prepare something today where I need a large pack of flaky pastry, a double packing. All I found was one remaining single pack on the shelf. The panic crowds had struck again and it was all sold out. There was another lady next to me searching for the same.
I eventually bought a double pack of normal pie crust pastry and decided that if I did the bottom layer of the pie crust pastry I could do the top layer with the flaky pastry. I was again reminded of the second world war when my mum said they even made coffee out of chicory and eggs were in a powder form.
So nothing has got better and it will be a long time until it does. Let us not have any illusions that because the cases of this illness might be a little less and the curve is flattening (whatever that may be) we are a long way from normalisation of talking to each other without having to shout across the garden fence. And now to make my mincemeat pie, with one roll of flaky and one roll of pie pastry. Thanks you panic buyers, you are cutting in your own flesh. May you have no toilet rolls left and have to use newspaper.
Even I was small once
Only use the escalators
For actual reasons, only used the lifts when necessary
Leave them for people with mobile handicaps, physical restrictions or in the company of small children.
Looks like the beginning of a sunny week-end. Does this mean that people will again be flocking outside, leaving their places of isolation, to enjoy it all. It has a price to pay if you do, but many never learn. I do not even risk a wheelie in my area, although it is open countryside and you very rarely meet human beings even on a non-coronusvirus day. What are those days. They are so far away. Only yesterday I was in the store and we were all taking care not to get too near to each other. There was a young lady approaching me with her trolley and I also had a trolley. I decided to wait on one side until she passed. She laughed and thanked me and afterwards said “I will be glad when we can walk normally again” which just about summed the feelings up that we all have.
Will we learn something from this when it is over, and one day it will be over, but not in the near future. I do not think we will really. We might no longer empty the shelves of toilet paper or tinned food because pandemic is often confused with famine. Why on earth are people now buying flour in all varieties and sorts? That is something I do not understand. Everyone is buying Spelt flour, something I would never dream of using. A very wholewheat sort. Are we all becoming health specialists? And the run on tinned tomatoes continues. For a while they had the normal sizes again in the store, but these have now again disappeared. However they have been replaced with the largest tins which is far too much for a serving of a spaghetti meal. I must admit, shamefully, that I stocked up on a few normal-sized tins when they were again available, although my 5 tins of panic will soon be used.
Nature is clapping its hands in gratitude for the recovery time it now has. Air quality has improved, there is less noise and movement in the earth surface and even the oceans can relax with less cruise ships and cargo ships. As soon as things are back to the pre virus days I am sure this will all be forgotten and we will be back to the old routine of our plastic throwaways in the oceans and blocked roads and motorways. Perhaps it is because I am a golden oldie, been there and seen it all, that I am not missing the daily stress so much. I realised I do not even buy clothes. I have my style and only dress when I go shopping for appearances. Otherwise I laze around in isolation at home in my comfortable loose fitting trousers (with an elastic waist) and loose fitting top. Cosmetics became non existent for me many years ago. Perhaps it is me and my strange ideas of a good life but it never interested me. However, I am sure there are those that cannot wait to spend again on these items. The only thing I am missing at the moment is a decent hand sanitizer, not to think of a mask, which have become non-existent.
It is times like these when you realise how important it is to have food on the table. I now realise what my mum felt when one of her principles was exactly that. She was not a good cook, thinking that essentials were potatoes, cabbage and meat, but after going through 5 years of war and rationing, you learn to recognise life’s real necessities. The only reason I leave my isolation is to replenish food for the family. And now for something completely different.
I was sitting at the kitchen table (my favourite place for blogging) and looking out of the window watching the birds flying back and forth for food. I then saw one of the local cats taking a walk on the edge of the garden where the hawthorn tree is flowering. At the moment it is a congregational place for all sorts of smaller birds, mainly sparrows. Now no self respecting feline could walk past such a food supply. This cat decided to go for it and made a jump into the hawthorn tree. I took many photos but this was the best I could manage. It seems that the birds were quicker and after about a quarter of an hour the cat decided to give up and leave. It is reassuring to see how nature continues regardless of what we humans are doing.
As I no longer put out so much food for the sparrows they have now moved their hunger search to the bird house which was generally reserved for the smaller colourful tits. Today I used the remains of the seeds for wild birds, The store no longer have any until next Winter and so they will have to fend for theirselves. However, they will survive I am sure. They have all put on weight from my feeding plan and have enough reserves.
It is time for me to move on to more essential daily tasks and I should put the meat on cooking. It is boiled beef with veg today and it will take a couple of hours to simmer. Have fun everyone, remember to stay at home in this wonderful weather, I will, although perhaps a little outside in the garden.
And here he is again still searching for a bird in the tree.
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