Town is manic.
Social distancing has gone out of the window, nobody is giving anyone an inch (except locals trying to) and grockles are ramming anyone who gets in their way with mobility scooters.
We had a jacket and outdoor coat to take up to the charity shop as they are miles too big for us and taking up valuable space in the wardrobe. Donations are now through the back door, and the girl on the till is surrounded by perspex. I noted she was wearing neither mask nor gloves like I was.
Over to the card shop and I was working my way through the baskets out front on the pavement, making sure people could move behind me. I heard two angry voices, then realised they were directed at me.
‘Get out of the bloody way! You’re hogging the pavement!’
It was two fat arses on mobility scooters, the one in front actually caught my leg as I whipped round the four other baskets to go on the other side. I won’t print what they said as they went by. I was livid as I damn well live here!!
I found what I wanted, then went inside for another browse. Four people followed me in. None of them kept their distance so I went to the back of the shop, but there was nothing there I wanted. Soon it was just me and an elderly gentleman talking to himself so I took advantage and went through all of the stock. I was almost at the bottom of the final selection when two more fat arses came in demanding I get out of their way. The owner intervened asking if they were after anything specific and could she help them, but they were equally rude to her.
I spent another £7 today, but having exhausted all of the trimmings of interest to me, there is no need for me to go back now.
From there, we drove a couple of miles down to the next town to get Hubby’s yogurt as the Co-Op there is the only place that stocks the ones that help his reflux. No social distancing, people everywhere, and nobody giving any consideration to anyone else. The good news was that Hubby walked straight in. The better news was that someone came to the door and started to monitor numbers, much to the annoyance of a lady I’d put in her 70s who thought it her right to waltz in and not have to wait like everyone else in the queue.
If we had any doubt that madness is upon us, that has been totally eradicated as the Circus is setting up. I kid you not. Who knew that Bojo and his clowns were planning on entertaining us from the Big Top. Last year, it was here for the entire Summer. Great (not).