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Monday, 30 March 2020

Monday, March 30/2020

Well, no produce truck again today, so guessing that it is no more. Not like we’re running out of food, but the veggies on the truck were fresher and nicer than the ones at the little shop. A bit pathetic when life gets reduced to food and reading material on our desert island, although obviously this is the case with much of the world’s population. And the internet makes both contact and reading news and books much easier than it would have been just a few years ago.

We’ve been lucky in that there was an excellent supply of staples when we first arrived including not only pasta but things like dried chickpeas and hulled barley. And, less familiar to us, a large packet of hemp seeds. Beautiful nutty aroma when toasted in the frying pan and nice sprinkled on peanut butter or humus.

J takes apart the insert in the mouth of the first vodka bottle and extracts a small glass marble designed to make pouring slower and more controllable. Presume that there is a similar device in the current bottle. Looks like a long time before the marbles add up to a viable game though.

It seems that we have a new curfew, this time in the ordinary sense of the word. We are not supposed to go out between 9 PM and 6 AM and supermarkets are to close at 8 PM. Can’t see this as making any difference at all, although possibly there are places where supermarkets and petrol stations were open later than nine and subject to traffic. For the most part the legitimate trips to bank, grocery store and pharmacy would have been accomplished in daylight hours anyway.