I awoke to fog this morning, I suppose I ought to have shut the window last night, and faced the day bravely with my eyes closed. Having had to turn away a visitor yesterday because the place was in a mess, I had no choice but to clean today. After a sparse breakfast of cereal and instant cappuccino I began to fall asleep again. However, the need for bread, and being Friday a busy day, forced me to Sainsburys early. Now last week folks were wandering around maskless, almost the majority cared not about masks. Today, after stern warnings from Billy (I'm not responsible and I was not at the party) Bunter, concerning the latest virus all were forced to wear masks. As I was packing the bag and about to pay the lass had the temerity to ask me to lift the mask higher, I drop it as it steams up my glasses, I pretended not to hear, cashed the card, and headed home. Masked people were all around and shocked I was to see this as many were happy to be unmasked only yesterday! Do people really think the virus has gone away? Did they not read about the sick in the NHS? Do they trust the main stream media? What is wrong with people?
What is wrong with me was the need to clean the loo, the kitchen and hoover, let alone the other things that required doing, next week. Fair wore me out and it is not yet Christmas.
This has been a tiring week. Several times a day I have been up and down the stairs, postman, deliveries for me, deliveries for next door, recycling out and having to explain to a white van man where he ought to be (a hundred yards that way), more deliveries, and up and down stairs. Even a dodgy fellow with a tray of goodies seling things door to door. This has happened before and I am still unsure if it is a con or not. It reminded me of the various Indians that once brought dusters and pipe cleaners round the doors, mum always bought something from them. Some of those men became millionaires, others estabished good shops and businesses. I wonder what this lad was up to and where he will end up?
My goods were not gifts, they were memory sticks. I realised mine were, er, overloaded, and swapped things around with the new ones, only to find I needed more and more! Then after they arrived I needed a colour ink for the printer so Amazon was back again, different driver, just as lost, and now I am determined not to spend anything more until after Christmas.
Oh, look at the books on the WOB website...
