My Monday routine includes a ride down to Fortnums, which, again, was pretty quiet today. On the way there, I fell in behind a couple in a Ford Ka+ at the foot of our street. They took the same route as I, at a steady 25-30 mph regardless of the speed limits. This did not make for great patience on my part when it came to Ordeal by Fortnums. People still seem to be shopping in pairs, which we’d been told we weren’t allowed to. What is worse, said pairs tend to dither around in the aisles (unmasked, of course) so I can’t even hold my breath and dash past. Oh, well, I got what we needed and got out again, unscathed, I hope. I used one of our disposable masks today, and think it was fractionally less unpleasant than the fabric washable ones. But I acknowledge that I’m so very fortunate to be able to drive (however impatiently), go shopping (dithery co-shoppers notwithstanding) and breathe (with only a mask, rather than a policeman’s knee, impeding the process).
On returning home, I’d a call from Miss, asking whether we’d be at home to take in some plants she’d been saving for us. Rocket, tomatoes and aubergine seedlings. She went off with a couple of little boxes of stuff from the cold frames. This is the real joy of gardening: nurturing seedlings and cuttings, and then sharing them with friends.
So, with suitable physical distance, and exclusively in the fresh air, we’ve had our first visit for months, tradesmen apart. What’s better, we now have lots of rocket, some tomatoes and a few aubergine plants to add to our little potager. Where they’re all going is another question.
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