‘Ssssss …. Ems … I am your father!’
Prepped for surgery? No. Armed for shopping!
I must admit this was no picnic. The boss and I ventured out this morning with a list as long as … as long as a list could be. Primarily grocery shopping and enough for a siege. My wife is not to be trifled with when she is ”on a mission.”
It took hours, and a large chunk of that was spent sanitizing each and every item before it was deposited in the boot of the car. Saved doing it when we got home.
There was only a smattering of people in the three supermarkets we ventured to. In fact, so sparse were those who were out and about many isles were empty saving our presence. I didn’t dare take a camera into the shops having previously been pulled up sometime last year by a rather stroppy security guard and forced to delete all pics.
Afterwards I noticed a small sign on several shop windows forbidding the taking of photos with either standard cameras or cellphones.
The normally busy midweek streets were almost empty.
Quieter than an early Sunday morning.