Anne’s Story of Coping with Lockdown (Part 3)


This is the third part of Anne’s Story about Lockdown; the rush back from France, how to occupy yourself during Lockdown and now: Food.  I’ve not been able to get a supermarket delivery for nine days but I hadn’t thought about cannibalism: sounds like a good idea.  But Anne’s right, Lockdown does make you think about things in a different way.  I’ve certainly rethought my priorities.  My garden has taken on a whole new meaning.

Today’s choice of tea towel has been tricky once again.  Maybe, it just has to be about food, Baked Beans as a last resort!

But I think one of the real shared joys has been the sitting in the sunshine in the garden together, having a BBQ in the evening.  Yes, even at the end March and beginning of April.  The true outdoor people we are, Caravaners too; in Steve’s case, ex-Boy Scouter, with fond memories sleeping under a blanket under the stars on summer camps.  I do, at times, think he thinks he’s Jesus, who was born in a stable.  Often I get back into the house of a winter’s day and all the windows are flung open wide, it’s freezing.  Meanwhile he’s sitting in a T-shirt, as he’s been working outside with a fleece on and once he’s inside he’s too hot.

We’ve sat, even on cold night, fleeces on, with the Chiminea burning brightly with dried twigs pruned from the garden.  Of course, after washing lines are empty, no breeze  and far enough down our long  garden not to waft over people hedges to add to breathing  problems.  My Steve’s a real stickler for abiding to the rules of fire making, (not like one of our neighbours, who are burning their rubbish and plastic, midday near the house). Maybe they’ve heard Steve slamming the bedroom windows, and heard his loud tutting as he walks down the garden, or perhaps they’ve burnt all the rubbish, because it appears to have stopped now thankfully.   Although, so have we,  with the Chiminea since hubby heard this mentioned on the virus updates.

 Well, back to the BBQ evenings, during our self isolation, and with leaving France so quickly, we realised the problem was I’d tried to be efficient, (this is not the norm) and ran the freezer down and cleared the fridge, before we went.  It dawned on me, on the way back, we’d really not got much more food than that we hadn’t eaten in France and that I’d brought back with us.  So now we had to be really frugal.  The three sausages and two burgers became an issue.  The third sausage  needed to be divided equally into two,  and not my husband’s idea of half.  We’d just have to fill up on bake-in-the-oven bread, like we did when we were kids.  That night it was obviously bothering me, how little food  we had.  I’d be positively saying “Oh, don’t worry.  You can live for 3 weeks without food but only 3 days without water” I’d once heard it said.  I’d recalled the story our Infant Teacher had told us, about a family whose plane had crashed in the jungle and had survived on toothpaste until they were found.  Mind you ,we hadn’t got that much toothpaste either.

I’d gone to bed and dreamt of cannibalism, waking in a fright, would this be the future if we couldn’t get food?  I shocked myself into thinking ‘Well I’d be ok for a while, but I didn’t fancy my husband’s chances with the recent weight loss I’d had’.  Fortunately, we didn’t need to resort to that.   I found a standard letter from our new next door neighbours posted through the door, saying if you are vunerable or self isolating to ring them.  Ah, we were very touched by their kindness.  I remember saying, ‘they must think we look more elderly than we are’.  But my gosh, after five days, and food dwindling fast and people reporting  supermarket shelves were empty, I felt very vulnerable.  Finally,  I found the letter, sank my pride and asked meekly if they possibly could, and if they had a chance, could they get us some bread or milk or meat or fruit, even if only one thing, as I realised products were limited to how many you could have and I didn’t want them to deny themselves.  They were great about it; they said they worked next door to a big supermarket.  They rang the door bell and scurried to the end of the drive, leaving a bag of food.  Inside the bag were all the items.

I think all the emotions of the last few weeks, and the act of kindness, made me cry, with happiness, but maybe also the sort of feeling Robinsin Crusoe probably had when the ship came to rescue him from his island.  I never expected to feel so overjoyed at the prospect of fresh bread and fresh milk after such a short time.  Poor lad, he stood there aghast, he asked if he had got the right things; after all, they were new neighbours so he was unaware of my  slightly ‘nutty’ nature.  I just said “Thank you so much.  You have made me a very happy woman and I will toss a bottle of  wine and some money over the hedge” (gently on the grass of course). 

Well, our ‘official’ two weeks of self isolation is now over.   There begins more.  All in all, this ‘Isolation Thing ‘ is going ok.  We’ve not killed each other yet.  We still talk and eat together; we still bicker over what to watch on TV, but I really think we’ve coped very well and, God willing, hope for us all to ‘Stay Safe ‘.  I feel we’re having the time I’d always imagined we would get when we were older, instead this has slotted in among our frantic days of rushing around from first thing in the morning to the evening.  Busy doing nothing, working the whole day through; in other words, feeling shattered with not much achieved to show for it.  If life was like a set of office trays, then our ‘Pending ‘ tray never got a look in.  The ‘In’ tray kept mounting and refilling, a lot going in the ‘Pending ‘ tray but very little left the ‘Out’ tray.  So I’d say, this isolation involves finally working through the ‘Pending’ tray of our life, before that ‘In’ tray starts back again.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d give anything to wrap my arms around my wonderful family, hug them and my friends.  But let’s Stay Safe and I can’t wait for the big ‘Reunion’ and won’t there be some very special hugs?🤔❤”
Thank you Anne for your ‘take’ on Lockdown.  Highly entertaining but seriously makes you think about ordinary, day-to-day life.

2 thoughts

  1. Loved this post and got a real chuckle out of it. For me, by the time I make a list, assemble gloves, mask, wipes, keys, purse…well, I now go to the store maybe every other week LOL At least I have neighbors and cousins here for outside conversation, or I take a walk. We are all chuckling, though, at the expansion of our waistlines – I am too much of a couch potato, and I love to read!!! Barbara, you have got some great tales in the time of COVID19 posted – for sharing and for amusement as we see how much we have in common no matter where we live. Well done! Have a great weekend, and stay safe and well!!


    • AH ,🤗It’s great to hear everyone’s story , but like you said our waistlines are growing and I’m definately a couch potatoes compared to normal, at first it was to see virus updates but now I’ve a want to clear the recorded programmes and films. Some I question why I did record them in the first place 🤔 I think it’s the busiest I get when new food comes to the house, decontaminating it all, I find it a very responsible job ,i think i go a bit overboard and overthink, towards the end i get a bowl of soapy water and cut to the chase and throw them in and sing ‘ Happy Birthday’ twice, after all that’s what they suggest with our hands. My cabbage was pretty soapy the other day, I obviously should rinse more. 😁. Well take care and stay safe , virtual hug too 🤗


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