Whilst I think of the others in the warmth of
Even less welcoming, are the new ‘no parking’ signs outside the building, which being low-to-the-ground have a distinctly “keep off the grass” feel to them. On Sunday night, from my hidey-hole, I could tell by the dithering headlights that they were creating a response. And actually, we don’t like them either (their being a necessary evil to help relations with our neighbours), though the walk from the car park no doubt has some compensatory health benefits – if you don’t slip on the slush.
You might be thinking this has nothing to do with the kitchen. But then again, if you arrived with a sack of potatoes you might not. Not that I’m suggesting we’re short of potatoes, merely that you might not want to carry them up the lane (not in the slush anyway). Here’s a simple suggestion: unload without socialising, then move your car down to the car park ….Ah, now we’re looking forward to your visit!
If you do come, you’ll realise you’re not the only ones refraining from social interaction. Everything here is quiet. Not even the whisper of a mouse. Which must mean the larder is full.
Down in the stores though, I hear they’re chewing through plastic for want of:
- Stamps! (any value)
- Fire wood
- Danish oil
- Dust masks
- Lime scale remover for kettles
- Pritt stick
- Man size (not mouse size) tissues
As for us, thank you, but we have plenty of fruit and vegetables, toothbrushes, salt, biscuits, instant coffee, tea, towels, soap and rice.
