Day 3

So, strange times lead to strange actions. 

We're not wanting to stockpile but we do need food for the four of us which led to the decision that the daughter and I would get up early and make another attempt to find carbs. 

Cue alarm at 5am.

I'd asked the husband if there was anything else We needed and he'd announced I should get got cross buns. Glad someone has his priorities right...

We headed to the biggest supermarket in the area, arriving ten minutes before opening to large queue.  It was very British though, calm queuing and nobody pushing in.

Daughter and I had agreed to divide and conquer.  I'd go for hand soap and she'd go for pasta (she's younger and the pasta is the other end of the store 😁).

Turns out we can queue nicely as a nation but we can't shop nicely when we get in.  She got a couple of bags of pasta and then had to fend off adults who were trying to pull the bags out of her arms.  Luckily she's not easily intimidated and hung on to what an had. 

She was stunned by the behaviour though, nothing she'd imagined could happen. 

Next we moved into hot cross buns and the relief was palpable when we discovered the hoards were still fighting over pasta and we had a clear run through the bread aisle.  The biggest bag of rice ever completed our purchasing and we escaped the shop in under half and hour.

Slight concern in the car park we might be mugged for the rice but we had each other's back and got the goods in the car without incident.  Hunter gatherers home safe and triumphant before 7am.

What a world we currently live in...

The morning passed without incident but then a first world incident crashed around my ear at lunchtime due to the lack of pesto in the house!  Unbelievably the thoughts of basic staple food items had pushed aside my requirements for pesto for my favourite lunch (home made bruschetta).

Luckily the kids saved the day with a quick trip to the local store and equilibrium was restored, pesto was located and purchased 😂😂.

The stress took its toll though and the exhaustion of an early morning and the thought of a pesto free lunch led to an afternoon nap whilst the son did his lessons 😉😉.

Being on day 4!

Home bound Day 2

So staying home turns out to be tricky when the girl needs her art supplies from school given the announcement that schools are to close from tomorrow and nobody knows how long for.

She's year 10 which means she's in her first year of GCSEs.  Course work and learning are paramount so getting her art books was essential.

Lessons began at the school in the home and the boy was kept busy.  The girlchowver, didn't get out of bed until 11:50 when I dispatched the son to check up on her.  Apparently me telling her to not have her alarm on at 6:30 am equated to her not having an alarm at all and being able to sleep all morning...

We had a home shopping delivery booked for 5:00pm so we were hopeful of pasta and rice.  Delivery showed up at 2:45 without carbs and many other items.  Not only that, the shouts for the daughter to help unload located her as in the bath.  Not sure this home learning thing is going quite to plan...

Home bound Day 1

So the teenage daughter who moans anything to school pretty much every day is now moaning that she can't go to school. Apparently, this is the end of the world.

She and I headed out early this morning due to the fact that we had no carbs or toilet roll in the house. Apparently this is just ridiculous and it's dumb that the only thing she'll have to tell her kids about Corona is that she missed school and there was no lol roll.

I pointed out that this would be the best outcome of a global pandemic in the long run but apparently that's not a good enough reason to cheer up at 7am.I

The supermarket was interesting.  We located toilet roll and potatoes but no pasta or rice. We picked up some meat and fresh fruit too without too much bother and then headed out on the road to another store, on that is bulk buying.

Unsurorisinly, no toilet roll (we're smug, we have that), no pasta and no rice.  We did however but a box of crisps for each of us and beer for the husband.  Stocking up on essentials.

Home to the boys as the husband is working from home indefintely and the boy is, as mentioned, coughing.  He's also bored and demanding maths to do.  Luckily, being a teacher I'm equipped for that and have more than enough maths to give him.

Son quickly regrets asking for maths to do...

So it's been a long time coing...

So, six years of silence s a pretty long time.  Many many things have happened including may kids growing up (I'm loving the washing line pics as they're now 14 and almost 10).

I've thought about posting a hundred times but have never had the time of energy as I've been a full time teacher for the last six years and it's not a job that leaves a lot of spare time.

Until now.. Right now we're self isolating as the smaller child has a cough.

And given we love in very interesting times I thought documenting our trip through them would be something to look back on.