09:00 Lois and I tumble out of the shower and get ready to receive
the Sainsbury’s delivery man – it’s much easier to get delivery slots now: it
was completely impossible for several weeks after the lockdown began, but we suspect they've taken on a lot of extra drivers.
The delivery guy comes soon after 10 am and he says he is pleased
to see that we are elderly – he says it annoys him when he delivers to younger people
who could quite easily go in the store themselves and take the stuff back home themselves: which seems to me unnecessarily moralistic. Sainsbury’s provides
the service, so why shouldn’t people avail themselves of it if they want?
What
a crazy world we live in !!!!
The only items that don’t come (“not available” for some reason) are the 12 Magnum ice creams – damn! I expect all those young couples have been stockpiling them - damn!
We had been looking forward to those, and were going to hand them out on Sunday when our daughter Alison and family come to see us – the first time we will have seen them since Christmas.
We had been looking forward to those, and were going to hand them out on Sunday when our daughter Alison and family come to see us – the first time we will have seen them since Christmas.
me by Lake Balaton, Hungary 1998: where Lois and I
first fell in love with Magnum ice creams - yum yum!
11:00 We will talk to Ali tonight on the phone about how we should
handle their visit on Sunday. The government’s guidelines change from week to
week, and we get confused: we’re just a pair of old crows after all.
Luckily, Ali’s parents-in-law, Stephen and Felicity, visited the
family last weekend, which will be a precedent, and Ali texted us today with some
brief hints: for the visit last Sunday they
were all mostly in the garden apparently, although not entirely – Stephen and
Felicity came inside the house for the loo, and to help bring food in and out.
And they all sat at the same table together on the patio.
14:00 After lunch I take a gigantic afternoon nap followed by a 5
mile ride on my exercise bike. Meanwhile Lois is down in the kitchen making a
rhubarb and orange cake – yum yum!
Lois's freshly baked rhubarb and orange cake
just out of the oven - yum yum!
18:00 Chewy Moroccan black rice with our stir-fry tonight – when
the lockdown started and we couldn’t get supermarket deliveries I bulk-ordered tons of Moroccan rice varieties online, not being sure whether we would be
able to get potatoes at all – and at last that decision has paid off!
chewy Moroccan black rice - yum yum!
Then for dessert some of Lois's delicious home-made rhubarb and orange cake, with ice cream - yum yum (again) !!!
20:00 We spend the evening watching TV, the third part of four in
a dramatization of Jane Austen’s “Emma”.
The Radio Times listing for Emma with
the amusing snafu in the picture caption at the top
It’s the stage in these costume drama serials where I start mixing
up the characters and forgetting who is romantically interested in who – oh
dear! Luckily Lois has an encyclopaedic knowledge of all Jane Austen’s books:
she’s better than Google when it comes to Austen, no doubt about that!
Luckily Emma’s father, Mr Woodhouse, also comes to my rescue, with
his detailed health warnings about this and that. Horrified at his daughter Emma’s
plan to attend a ball, her father admonishes her to “wrap up warm”, in case
somebody opens a window.
“A thoughtless
young person will sometimes step behind a window-curtain, and throw up a sash,
without its being suspected", warns Mr Woodhouse. I have often known it done myself."
"Have you
indeed, sir?--Bless me! I never could have supposed it."
Could Mr Woodhouse perhaps be given his own show to give a mass
audience the benefit of his little “wrinkles”. Come on BBC – let’s have more of
his words of wisdom!
22:00 We go to bed – zzzzzzzzz!!!
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