22 March (Part 1) - I went to the pub
The
Leather Bottle that is, and it was closed. I drove there and literally didn’t
see another moving vehicle and the only life form encountered was a cat; and that was quite a long way away.
Photographic sorties are not likely to become any more adventurous than that for quite some time.
The point of the trip was to check out a report that Mr. Singh
may have disposed of some or maybe all of the site. The photos prove only that
his van dump has gone.
Nothing else to report, I am staying in and can survive alone for a couple of weeks taking all the recommended precautions.
I am hearing on talk radio stations how the invincibles are continuing to visit
their mothers on Mothering Sunday. For God’s sake, are they all mad?
Do they not read?
I have finally convinced the last of my sceptical friends that he must not go anywhere.
A small contribution to my own safety was to machine wash three canvas shopping bags. I used to have two large ones and a small one. Now I have one large bag and two small ones.
Given the state of supermarket shelves maybe that is of no consequence.
Please do not kill your mum.