29 March 2020
Two weeks since my last pub, a week since I last drove anywhere. How’s it going for you ?
Of course, it’s the key workers I care about now, whether in Addenbrookes or Booths Supermarket or on the trains.
Mrs RM hasn’t left the house for more than 2 weeks (literally), thereby following Government advice to the letter and leaving me to occasionally scavenge for bottles of Doom Bar and chilli peanuts in the village stores. The supermarkets are places to avoid, folks.
The roads are eerily quiet.
Luckily I’d stockpiled 3,000 posts and some 20,000 photos so I can construct “Best Of” posts for months, but it’s not the same as writing in the here and now.
My alcohol consumption amounts to less than a pint in a fortnight, and I’ve spent less than I have since June 1983, the month I started work.
Each night I Skype the other 2 pub tickers and we sing Kumbaya to raise our spirits .
I’m sanguine, I guess, rather like I was when a head injury at a Cambridge v Exeter game aat the Abbey caused a 40 minute hold-up years go. Accept it, don’t get in the way.
And if I see anything of note on my hour walk I’ll be sure to let you know.
This was my trip to Landbeach and back (which isn’t a Saxon track).
Stay sane, stay safe.