“Gin and tonic?” says John. He points at the clock. “It’s almost six.”
“It’s actually 6am, John,” says Janet. “But make mine a double. We’ll need sustenance to go food shopping.”
When Janet and John get to the supermarket, they find a long queue all round the car park. “Have you seen all these people?” says Janet, fiddling with her mobile.
“I know. This is going to be so boring,” says John.
“You’re telling me. They’re the least Instagrammable people ever.”
“I’m worried about how close some of them are standing,” says John. “That’s much less than two metres apart. More like nine inches, if you ask me.”
“It’s nothing like nine inches, John,” says Janet.
When they get to the entrance, John says, “Where’s the shopping list?”
Janet frowns at him. “You don’t get this lockdown, do you, John? We just buy lots of anything that looks like it’s running low in the shop.”
“Let’s not forget biscuits,” says John.
“I never forget biscuits,” says Janet.
“Or gin,” says John, grabbing two bottles off the shelf.
An hour later, Janet and John are in aisle seven. John is confused about the contents of their trolley. “But you don’t need TENA pads, Janet.”
“I will do by the time we reach the checkout, John.”
They are about to leave the supermarket when Janet shrieks. “Look, John! The food bank donation box has gone!”
“Don’t worry, Janet. I expect we can donate money online.”
“That’s not the point. I was hoping to pick up tinned tomatoes because there aren’t any left on the shelves.”
After they get home, Janet and John wash their hands for 20 seconds and have a nap for two hours.
Janet wakes up with an idea. “Do you fancy a game of Scrabble, John?”
John agrees on one condition. “Only if you promise not to store all the blank tiles and Ss down your bra.”
“But John, stockpiling is what pandemics are all about. If you won’t play properly, then we shall have to sit on our sagging sofa and watch another episode of Poirot instead.”
After three episodes of Poirot, Janet and John are sitting much closer together on their sagging sofa.
“I say, Janet,” says John as he strokes Janet’s rounded belly. “I don’t know how many weeks gone you are, but I’m so looking forward to our baby.”
“Don’t be silly, John. It’s not your baby. It’s McVitie’s.”
Don’t be like Janet and John.
With the cancellation of major events such as the London Marathon due to coronavirus, many charities are on the brink of collapse, while at the same time facing increased need for their help. Please give generously where and when you can. If you want to help a hungry family, consider the Trussell Trust which supports a nationwide network of food banks.
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This is wonderful! More, please.