The lonesome banana

The tale of the lonesome banana.

Look at that – one sad, solitary banana in our huge fruit bowl on Saturday morning. It’s never been known. In a week we get through more fruit and veg than you could shake a stick at – I usually buy fruit and veg twice a week, sometimes three times, so buying once a week if I’m lucky, has not been easy... but a delivery arrived (phew!) and normal fruity service was resumed. Still no bread flour, chickpeas or rice to be had, but most other stuff was available. Not bad.

New washing machine arrived at the same time as the shopping. The washing fairy (moi) is very happy.

“Same shit, different day”. A philosophy for our times, I think you’ll agree. A phrase from our lovely workman/builder who helped us get our electrics up and running on Thursday by phone – it’s one of his regulars and suits all occasions! He’s a gentleman and a scholar as you can tell. He should be fitting new radiators upstairs for us in a few weeks, but that’s clearly not going to happen…. much like our holiday in May. Bugger.

I don’t like people; with the exception of a few family members, I find people are best avoided. I’d rather eat my own leg than have to attend any kind of social occasion – but I really miss going out somewhere nice for lunch with Mr Simply. Will our favourite restaurants even be in business after all this? And what will the rest of the High St look like in a few months’ time? They're dropping like flies.

Spent much of yesterday cooking. Curry, compote and chutney. All jolly nice, but not to be eaten together!

Boris is in hospital with COVID-19 symptoms - I wish him well. Don't get me started on the idiots on Twitter who are hoping for him to die. What the hell is wrong with these people?!?

Watched the Queen’s speech last night. That woman is a living legend – the embodiment of the word “duty” – we’re bloody lucky to still have her; her speech was inspiring, sincere, reassuring and very moving. I was holding it together until she said “We will be with our friends again; we will be with our families again; we will meet again.” 

That was it – lost it. Completely awash.