The Past is a Foreign Country

they do things differently there.

Cardboard City

Moving house: ten bankers' boxes, the boxes they came in and the box the boxes came in are all going to be useful.

The pink boxes on the left are still unpacked from the previous move, as I never got round to putting up bookshelves. They and several others became the base for the wooden board which had to serve instead.

I fear that I am becoming an urban nomad, with an ever-growing train of boxes of books to be stacked at each caravanserai, until I die and the boxes go to the tip.

The thought occurs that I could put down roots of a sort, and use the boxes to start my own shanty town in the car park of my current flat.

Kulinary Kapers

Feeling a bit bad about this, like I am cooking up giant tardigrades












but the better for adding Ingrediaments.













Somewhere out there, Springing.


I wish I was not so empty-headed, and worry that it is a Life Change, not an itinerant absence.

Is the rest of

Running on Fumes

I thought I had thought of something today, but now I think about it I'm not so sure. What would it have been, anyway?

Working From Home

Latest rank of empty shelves, the blobs. All gone.

Not gone at all, the female pleasure enhancing gels and such, or the KY: this is no time to go for a walk on the wild side.

Readers: The supermarket, eh.

Blogista: An essential journey. How else could I have found out that the blobs are all gone.

Improvement

As one who has to move house in the next few weeks (and first find a house, at that) I do hope the brand new Police State won't be too err... policey.

Meanwhile, the supermarket

Readers: Why don't you read an improving book and post about that, instead? We want something different to ignore.

Improvisation

How many people are going shopping who never go shopping? By the checkouts, trolleys filled with stuff and abandoned by whoever loaded them - a dodgy credit card? A panic baulking at the panic buying?

Stray goods littered all over the place, picked up and jettisoned any old how; people using a self-checkout for the first time and losing their composure when it starts talking to them.

Someone spills a bottle of cooking oil on the floor. Two of the staff get to work: something to absorb the oil so the mess can be cleaned away?

Batter mix, several packets of! Ingenious!

Readers: most of your posts about this planetary international Crisis totally relate to your local supermarket. Do you not have a broader view, a more panoramic analysis, you would share with us?

Blogid-19: Wait 'til the polloi realise that a coating of batter is proof against those pesky little coviddy thingies, then you'll 

Readers: OMFG and they've used it all on th'oil slicks!