Multi-Tasking

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

The boys are really enjoying this social distancing thing. We are both with them all the time. Here you can see the lads getting a big fuss from Caro. 

This was after I'd been out to the shops.

YES!

I went out on a FATAL MISSION!

That was how I explained it to myself anyway. FATAL MISSION. It sounds like a 1980's action film with Charlie Sheen and Chuck Norris. I "suited up" in my winter gloves and long-sleeved jacket* and went out on a DESPERATE MISSION. 

BECAUSE WE ARE RUNNING LOW ON HUMMUS**.

The supermarket was pretty civilised and seemed to be pretty well-stocked. Even the canned veg and pasta shelves weren't empty. 

The only problem was that I had to do a week's shopping on one visit. That's a lot of groceries to lug back from the store. I had to sit on the grass on my way back, I was so hot and tired from the load. In my jacket. With my winter gloves.

A lady gave me a look as I sat on the grass. I had to wave at her to let her know that I wasn't dead from the covid. 

Anyway, I eventually got home where I then had to wash the groceries. Then strip naked, have a shower, burn my shopping clothes, disinfect everything I'd touched and Tetris everything into the freezer.

But now we have hummus. 

Still doesn't look right.

S.

* For the "dab" sneeze that we're all supposed to do now.
** Is this spelling right? It doesn't look right. But that's what auto-correct  suggests.