Testing: Shopping Eating Out

Testing Shopping And Eating Out

The last few days have been horribly September-ish so the promised sunshine was a good excuse to get out. £26 Boots’ loyalty points and a book gift card from R from February were added incentive.

Apart from my hat blowing off and making my forehead tacky, it was a pleasant enough walk (circa 3 miles there). Passed one bloke with dog on path. I moved to the inside so the dog was on the outer edge but other than that neither of us budged even an inch let alone two metres. And he boomed ‘Good’. Presumably meaning he too wasn’t paranoid about social distancing.

Loads of pavement markers everywhere to reinforce the need to keep one’s distance – which most only bothered with when forced too.

Spent my loyalty points and got a freebie on top. The gift card was spent on The Prisoners of Geography – which I am going to read cover to cover. (Not.) Then popped into Superdrug who do not deliver any salicylic products. Click and Collect only. Except they don’t sell them in the Rustington store either. Bit daft. But did get a rash cream reduced to 40p – which she was going to charge me full price for till I pointed it out.

Oh, and I bought some green makeup. Photo above is with blue makeup – which is also my getting older without giving a damn thing. There is some barely spoken dictum that when we get older, less is more. Not going to overdo anything but I suddenly felt the need for some colour on my eyes. Hence the blue and now green shadow.

(The neon green muzzle is for face covering should it be asked for as the scarf version (see photo in earlier post) was way too hot.

And on to Waitrose.

The queue – apparently reduced – was right round the block. So no Waitrose.

Lunch. Or not.

Plenty of eateries were full but I chose the Italian which was almost empty. Sat down and was asked to sanitise my hands. Happy to do so. Asked for my name and telephone number. Less happy. Asked why and he said something about contacting me if anyone got Covid.

The restaurant was practically EMPTY. There were THREE other people there.

Said no thanks and went off to Estabilo. Crummier food and glasses that do not appeal but despite wanting me to ‘fill out a form’ on my way out, they didn’t make a song and dance, so I had a drink and a light snack. And did not fill out the form.

Walked back through Ham Manor across the golf course. Been a while as it’s less pleasant when the weather is off. The other way through it has shown up the chavvier neighbours with some gardens untended and overgrown during lockdown. This other way is a bit more ‘exclusive’.

Or was.

Large partitioned off area on one of the more attractive partially wooded areas of the golf course.

I asked a golfer whether they were building more homes there and it seems they are. Two years they had been fighting to stop it, the Irish man said. I sympathised and said where I lived they were also building on every spare green space.

Almost back home but then decided to have some actual lunch at The Lamb.

Sadly, it was practically empty though there may have been more in the garden at the back. Heavens knows how they will break even.

Lockdown has been utter madness for the economy, for people struggling to make a living and for creating a climate of fear. Most of those dying – and, to be frank, the numbers are not a lot higher than usual death rates, are those who are elderly, infirm or with dodgy immune systems.

It will take a long time to change mental perceptions with regard to work as well as health.

It’s clearly not just in the UK so someone or some powerful group has forced the entire world to become fearful and kill their economies for around half a million deaths globally. Meaning that is nothing in the scale of things.

And yes of course I feel great sorrow for those who have lost loved ones, for those whose health is struggling to return to normal. But they are not the norm. And the majority are being punished for those sad few.

 

Prescriptive Walk Wednesday Thoughts

Wise El alphabet

Unusually, I slept very badly, not helped by having to get up early to pick up a prescription. But I was up and out by 09:30 and, despite the drizzle and the car needing a long run, I decided to walk. It’s been over a fortnight since I was last out and I have been getting a touch of cabin fever.

There was some stress at the thought of going into the chemist and being asked for my life history or whatever, but it was surprisingly quick and painless. In and out in minutes.

Popped into Sainsbury’s as walking to Rustington High Street in the drizzle was a madness too much. I definitely love the distances in supermarket queues – no trollies shoved into the backs of my legs by impatient shoppers, but yappers still hogged aisles yapping away.

There were half a handful of people wearing masks and gloves – so neurotic they even avoided glancing at anyone as if just making eye contact would make them instantly collapse with Covid.

Popped into The Lamb on my way back – not actually sure of the time – and the guy sitting on his own missed my joke (would I have to give a pint of blood and my inside leg measurement to come inside). No. And they have no app or anything apart from pre-booking for dinner.

Not yet open, so headed home.

I felt I had been out much longer, but it was less than two hours walking the 2 miles there, waiting and shopping and waiting again – then walking back. Not bad.

On the other hand, it is very gloomy out. Overcast and not cheery at all.

Getting a bit harsh with not accepting FBFs. No more ego-propping. Paradoxically, have been unfriended by some with massive egos who presumably did not get enough or any attention. Social media continues to be a very superficial level of friendship – which is fine, as long as I don’t forget that.

Meanwhile blabbermouth liberals are at last discovering that they too can be ‘cancelled’ for voicing opinions that other lefties do not like. Such a bunch of loathsome warts.

And, in other news, this is now the 3rd or 4th time a black female Twit has referred to me as ‘Karen’. Am guessing it is not going to just refer to ‘white women’ in this catchment but anyone who doesn’t sing from the BLM hymn book.

Watched The Alcasser Murders the other day and was reminded of the mad things I have done – like getting into a car with several men in the early hours after I had left a party and was walking back alone to my then residence in central London. They did say to me do you feel like being raped. And I replied ‘Not today, thanks’.

They then dropped me off outside the students’ rooms wishing me well.

Darker thoughts about global resets, racial divides, communism and Islam will have to wait for when I am less tired.

Ageing And Heels

More than a couple of female friends have said that wearing high heels is out as we get older. I disagree.

In my sales and training years, I wore them all day, every day. No pregnant duck, I walk well in them even now, but have got out of the habit. Plus, the shoes I’ve not given away have never really been worn in – meaning the leather pinches horribly with some.

My home is a shoe-free zone. Any socialising usually means taking the train which means a two-mile walk to the station – unless I drive somewhere. So, wearing high heels is becoming a distant memory.

I even have pairs bought and never worn so I have decided to have some heel days.