I've just returned from my daily visit to my Mum, I cook her supper every day and have been doing so for the last few years.
She has a helper in twice a day, morning and afternoon, Mum is the only person she sees, thankfully.
Mum was born in 1929. She lived in Ewell (near Epsom, Sutton, outer London) During the war, her father refused to have her sent out with a label around her neck. Times were, as we all know, very difficult (understatement.)
Mum has said to me several times now "This is so much worse than the war, at least then we would get a warning when the doodlebugs were coming and we could dash to the shelter" "This is so hidden, you could be killed by someone standing next to you 2 weeks ago" They never had a direct hit although many in their road did. The windows were put in a few times and ceilings came down. She recounts many tales which I won't bore you with, standing in the garden with her Granny looking up in the sky..."There go our boys"
She never seems particularly phased by it, but this pandemic seems to her, a much greater threat.
I went to Waitrose this morning, I still need to buy supplies for Christine, myself and Mum. It was my first venture out, except seeing Mum, for a couple of weeks. The local shop is small and I felt a big shop would be "safer" It was deserted, maybe 30 people spread over a large store.
They had everything I needed and I only noticed one blank area, I didn't look really but I think it was the flour section.
I felt particularly grubby when I got home. All the shopping was washed in warm soapy water and thoroughly rinsed. No I didn't wash the mince, but the packaging was discarded, all the fruit and veg was washed. I bought as much as I could, shrink wrapped from the factory. All packaging went straight in the outside bin. The shopping bags are in isolation for at least a week.
I had a damn good scrub down!
Paranoid, not much!
This really is a silent killer.
Stay safe and well everyone.
Br
