We did not panic buy. Our cupboards are looking a bit bare and the online shop is taking over two weeks to be delivered. In the meantime, we rely on our son to brave the supermarket encounters.
Staying at home is tougher than you might think. No popping to the shops, no stroll to the pub, no meeting friends or family. Our son leaves our shopping in the porch and retreats to a safe distance.
Our prison is cosy enough now that spring has arrived. There’s washing on the line and our view of the mountain is looking greener…hardly maximum security. But the need for social interactions, even the brief hellos, how you doing and the sound of other voices is acute. You only know you miss those things when they are no longer there.
Oh well, there’s a new season of the Ozarks on Netflix. Time for a cuppa….
odespinner 