I got up to let the dog out at 7.15 as Hubby was still fast asleep. She did a huge wee, then we came back to bed only for her to want to go out again. I gave up on the thought of a lie in, so for once I’ve accessed my blog early.
Mixed thoughts are going through my head today. Seems there have been another 3 cases of Coronoavirus in the UK taking our total to 209. I still can’t find anything about those in Lincolnshire and that goes beyond angry annoyance now.
Seems rationing of some goods is coming into force in some of the supermarkets (link) , so you can be assured that others will follow suit and shelves will be stripped within minutes of opening. Being Sunday, our shops don’t open until 10 am, and I bet the queues are already starting. With Hubby still asleep, he hasn’t seen that yet.
In my mind, things are spiraling out of control, and I am certainly not reassured by some grinning Government Official ass telling us to sing Happy Birthday (twice) or God Save The Queen when washing our hands for the recommended 20 seconds.
I wash my hands a lot during the day, especially when I’m cooking as I don’t like the feel of raw meat and more recently vegetable peelings against my skin. We’ve been having a bit of a game with the temperature of the water coming out of the hot tap and turned it down last week. We’ve put it back up again and I have bottles of antibacterial handwash in the kitchen as well as the bathroom anyway. Good hygiene practices are a must now.
With the absence of hand sanitizers everywhere (and the bastards selling stocks on e-bay at 50 times the original price should be shot IMO), people are looking at making their own. One old lady in the chemist was buying the necessary ingredients to make some from a shopping list. The assistant was really helpful but was apologetic that she couldn’t supply the alcohol required.
‘Never mind dear,’ the old lady said. ‘I’ll just use vodka.’
(Quip: Depends whether you want to wash in it or drink it I suppose. This is supposed to be a humorous aside, not a suggestion)
This is a suggestion though, have you noticed that in the media photographs of people wearing masks or improvised head protection NO-ONE is wearing gloves? We are being told to wash our hands often and avoid touching our face, mouth and eyes. OK, that makes sense but the surfaces we come in contact with are rife with germs anyway let alone this virus and we are touching door handles, shopping baskets/trolleys, cashpoint machine buttons or digital keypads when paying for goods, all the time. All of us like to squeeze a loaf to see how soft it is, pick up cans or trays of eggs and put them back on the shelf. Wearing disposable gloves could offer that extra bit of protection.
To say I’m not worried would be lying through my teeth. I am, because I don’t like the unknown or things I can’t control, and although we may be OK today, it could be a totally different story by the end of next week.
I’m angry, which makes me impatient and snappy. It was one of the reasons I thought making cards yesterday would help, but it didn’t really. Another way for me to unwind is to bake, but that’s pointless apart from the basics as Hubby can’t eat a lot, and certainly not the stuff I was thinking of which is pure comfort food in the guise of cheesecake.
Our shopping has changed anyway and I won’t buy things specifically for me (OK, there’s a bag of jelly babies in the drawer which has been there unopened for almost a week), but will do so for Hubby as his choices are becoming increasingly limited. We appear to be making some headway and then it all goes out of the window due to bad timing or a change of recipe. I make our meals from scratch, so know exactly what goes into each. Portion control has been addressed, but he can only eat little but often until around 5pm when it’s cups of tea only thereafter and nothing after 7 o’clock.
Add the recent anxiety with the dog, and you can understand why my nerves are a wee bit frayed and depression is banging at my door. Well it can sod off and take this bloody virus with it.