Meds and Seeds
So far this has been a relatively easy time. Yes, there are problems sourcing some foodstuffs, our Tesco delivery slots run out in 3 days time, and we’re not able to go to nice places in our time off. But the headlines about Boris Johnson this week bring it home that this is a bit of a bastard illness and staying at home watching TV isn’t that much of a hardship.
I’m going to go off at a bit of a tangent here. The amount of abuse the Prime Minister is getting on Twitter at the moment from people hoping he wont recover is disgusting. Whatever your political persuasion, and mine isn’t Conservative, you just don’t proclaim to the world that you hope someone will die due to something that is not their fault. Twitter really can be a cesspit at times.
Anyway, back to staying at home, watching TV – and gardening. The biggest personal pain in the butt so far has been the inability to source any seeds for the garden. And long may that stay the biggest personal pain anywhere. Everyone seems to be “digging for victory” this year and all of the seed and plant suppliers are overrun. They’re probably and understandably operating with skeleton staff as well, so compounding the supply/demand issues. I ordered some seeds from the internet two weeks ago. Ten days ago they were “dispatched” yet they are still to arrive. I couldn’t source any more from anywhere else – all of the big companies seemed out of stock or had suspended their websites. Friends on Twitter offered me some; people in the village offered me some. But I really wanted some specific seeds for things that a) I like eating and b) I am capable of growing with minimal supervision. Anyway, Marshalls seeds came up trumps in the end so I have order number 2 on the go but there is a 14-28 day lead time on delivery. Time will tell – I’ll probably get both deliveries come through on the same day.
I have got some going already of course. Chilli seedlings and tomatoes grown from supermarket stock are either well established or coming up in droves. Hopefully this will turn out to be a good growing summer after all.
Anyway, on to “Meds”. Son #1 has a swollen toe and the doctors, via a phone appointment, prescribed some antibiotics. So, off to Cranbrook I went on an essential journey. As I left the house I expected to drive through a scene reminiscent of 28 Days Later with litter-strewn empty roads and feral goats chewing up anything edible in sight. It was more like a scene from 28 days ago when life was normal. I must have counted more then 90 cars and vans on the 8 mile round trip. Still, this is significantly fewer than I’d normally see I suppose, and many of those journeys will have been essential.
In the pharmacy, someone in the queue encroached to about 1.3 metres behind me. I felt like turning around and saying Piss off back to your marker you virus encrusted pariah! – while I could equally have said Would you mind awfully moving back. I might be infected myself you know.
In the end I said nothing. I’m English.
When I got back home I felt dirty. I’d been out of the house 20 minutes and spent most of that time in my car. I’d touched a shop door handle, been within 1.3m of a middle-aged man, and been handed a bag in a pharmacy. But I still needed to wash my hands for the full on 20 seconds and more. It will be a long time before I get out of that habit – even when thigns are back to “normal”.