As some of you know, my daughter has been seriously ill, but had her surgery - scheduled for 26 March - postponed. She's been home since then, in a precarious state of health, and surviving on a diet which consists almost exclusively of rich tea biscuits. (And here I have to say huge thanks to Jan (Groom) for sending a goodly consignment thereof as I've been having trouble sourcing them.) Thus, my daughter is shielding and I'm not going far either, other than occasionally to venture to our local v small Co-op in the village, but with most of our groceries delivered by Asda (thank you Asda, you are life-savers.).
This morning I snuck out for the 8am geriatrics shopping experience at our Co-op, and normally it is an orderly affair, in that I'm the only one there. But today there were - gasp - younger people in the shop paying no attention whatsoever to social distancing. There was I clutching my list - all written down in order of appearance knowing I couldn't retrace my steps in the cramped aisles with one-way traffic. A young man was in front of me, so I stopped and waited until he moved on. Then a younger woman appeared behind me and went to push past. I jumped out of the way and said "Can you keep your distance please?" to which she replied crossly, "Well are you going to move, or are you just going to stand there?". I pointed out that I was waiting for the customer in front to move, so I could go forward, and she started rolling her eyes and huffing and sighing deeply as though I had lost my reason. So I turned her into a frog. That'll teach her.