Corona chronicles …. continued 3

Corona chronicles …. Continued 3
Well another week … same as last week …. Up and downs ….
1. Pinkfarmchick turning into a domestic goddess ….
Fresh hot white bread… (spar bread dough …. Defrost … bake at 180 for 40 minutes …. Voila!)
Home made butter … (cream with a little salt … stand and beat (it seems like forever with my prong mixer) …. “wash” with clean water until water runs clear …Voila!)
Home made sausage rolls …(squeeze sausage roll inside onto sheets off puff pastry (the savoury kind) ….. roll… bake …Voila!)
Tomatoe base … (fry up garlic onions ginger carrot celery … add tomatoes … blitz …. Freeze … can use for anything from pizza to pasta …..Voila!)
Chicken burrito … (you get the chicken burrito meal from Woolies… prick it a few times… pop in the micro for 5 min and ….Voila!)
2. The YOS (youngest offspring) has had the “worst lock down ever” said with tears….
Shame, the lamenting as he walks past his iPad and touches it longingly with a quiet “please get better soon” … or the melt-down when we found the empty home of his escape artist pet bunny ‘hops” … all in the same morning
3. The good old Camphor cream is back …
Winter means “hands knees heels and elbows …”
4. Whyteleaf flock up to 11 lambs …
Including “mid-march” … still hear the incessant baaaa baa baa… qwaak qwaak qwaak… gurgle gurgle (imagine an old man doing his daily ablutions) …. Baa baaa …. Crow crow ….baaaa baaaa But add the shhoo shhoo of the red-wing starlings as they swoop in to clean out my bird feeder and do their bullying … enough to drown out the blissful sounds of the country ….
5. Pinkfarmchick goes to town …
The image of corona virus looking like a patch of blackjacks is one that came to me as I was walking the other day … and it does not leave me, so when I had to go into “the big city” this week I took precautions … bundled up with my mask, jersey, and gloves, wearing both my sun glasses (sensitive eyes need constant attention in our African sun) and reading glasses on my head (I cannot read the price tags … and this has caused embarrassment at the till before!) and carrying my shopping bags (various size, description, weight)… I step out of my car feeling like a member of a hazmat team or suicide bomber. I concentrate on deep breaths as claustrophobia is one of my (many) issues. After queuing at the store and being assaulted by the door lady with her sanitiser I enter … I have my list (somewhere) with a pen (somewhere else) and cash to get airtime (falling out my list book) … I then proceed to fill my trolley to the brim and beyond …I am shopping for five family members and the staff …..feeling overwhelmed …I finally get to the till … scratch around for my rewards card (somewhere) and my credit card (somewhere else) … enter in the wrong PIN number (haven’t used it for so long) … then supervise the packing into my bags (if I don’t, I end up with defrosted pizza fallen to the side of the box ) … finally I am set free … rip my gloves, grab my mask, pull off my jersey.
Why oh why does everyone else seem so composed ?
And then ……No car guards in sight to help me with me over-loaded trolley …. I will never take them for granted again and always tip them in line with the physical work they assist with … they do more than just direct you into the free space directly ahead of you …
By the time I am back in my car …. I swear at a few drivers and head straight home …. Ignoring the thoughts in my head about the brocken iPad I was meant to drop off and the eye drops I was meant to get …. Oh well another day ….
6. You shake … you squeeze… you beg and plead but still that ink cartridge runs out …