After last week’s almost manic work load, it’s been quiet today. I’d like to say that it is because I’ve sorted everyone’s queries out but I know it’s probably nothing more than a blip. The trouble with a quiet period is that one becomes lethargic and then when a bit of work does arise, feels reluctant to get on and deal with it. There’s plenty I could be doing but none of it work related! I did throw some washing in the machine this morning. How do two people who aren’t going anywhere create so much of the stuff?
Following Monday’s grocery delivery, my next one is due on 25th – seventeen days away. Although I don’t stick to a strict food plan, I usually have a general idea of what we’ll eat over the next few days, but thinking ahead is more important than ever at the moment for those of us who have no intention of popping out to pick up something we fancy or have forgotten to get. I had some peppers delivered on Monday evening so I chopped up two and froze them to use later. Of the three leeks, I chose the fattest and made some leek and potato soup for this evening. We’ll have some cheese on toast to go with it. I’ll need one leek later in the week so I’ll slice and freeze the remaining one. We’ve both bread and milk in the freezer and so long as we don’t go overboard on the bread (I won’t but I may have to ration Husband!), both should hold out. Potatoes could be a concern – even if I had enough, they don’t last that long before they start to sprout. As for eggs – well, we’ve already been there! I know that if I asked my daughter-in-law she’d go out and get anything I needed but there is no way I’ll do that as it’s really important that she stays at home as much as she can as my son is on long-term immunosuppression therapy and that makes him high risk. If a need really arises, I think it would actually safer all round if I went myself. Instead, it’s a time to be creative – if we don’t have it, we’ll make do with something else. It’s likely that most of us are eating less fresh stuff at the moment so we must be glad that the quality of frozen fruit and veg is as good as it is.
Last night we had one of our old favourites with a twist. We both love bruschetta made with cherry tomatoes, onion, garlic, chilli and olive oil. Usually served on toasted olive bread, we used the topping for a baked potato – something we will definitely do again. It was scrumptious!
Later we’ll go for a walk. Although the town is surrounded by some lovely countryside, getting to it involves a car journey, so we just walk around the local estate and comment on people’s gardens! How I’d love to take a harbour-side walk or along the sea-front.
I read in the newspaper today (online for now) that the idea that food parcels delivered to vulnerable people should contain Custard Cream biscuits is a great one. “….Rich tea too fragile, Digestives to medical, Bourbon too frivolous”. A chef however describes the Custard Cream as “lowly and tasteless…a dreadful biscuit. ” I’m in agreement with her – I detest them! I used to buy them when my children were small precisely because I couldn’t stand them and therefore wouldn’t eat them! What’s your verdict?
Is anyone else wondering where all the beds and equipment for the Nightingale Hospitals is coming from? It’s marvellous that we have it but I wonder, was it all there waiting in storage for such a situation, and if so, why did we not also have the requisite amount of PPE to go alongside it? It’s been astonishing how quickly work on the hospitals has progressed (just 9 days for the London one to get up and running with the first wards) , especially when it so often takes officialdom months, if not years, to make what seems a minor decision. We should be very proud. To clarify for non-British readers, Nightingale hospitals are field hospitals temporarily housed in exhibition centres and the like, which will each have up to 4,000 Intensive care beds.
At the weekend two of our neighbours in our little cul-de-sac (of fifteen houses) had visitors. One had three different sets of visitors – her daughter, and at least two others -there may have been more when I wasn’t looking. Two of them went into the house and were there for some time. The other, our neighbour stood talking to on the drive for some time – perhaps half a meter apart. It’s not that I spend hours staring out of the window but I do spend quite a lot of time in the kitchen which is on the front of the house, and extra cars in the short road are noticeable. My neighbour has made me feel very, very angry. I’m missing seeing my family but we’re abiding by the rules. Why do these people imagine that those same rules don’t apply to them? Just needed to get that off my chest!
I did pop out for a very short journey in the car yesterday but was nowhere near any other person. I took a cake to my brother and left it on his step before getting back in the car and ringing him. The roads were eerily deserted; everything seemed so still. In wishing occasionally for a quieter life, I got it wrong.