Mental Monday...

Really had The Fear this morning. I just had to get out and about a little. I got the bus to Clapham Junction and walked back (better than no exercise at all-)  LIDL  was pretty good, nearly empty and fairly well stocked, except for the obvious things.  ASDA, however, had a queue of at least a hundred shoppers snaking through the parking lot up to the street. I'd wanted to get some of Moon's preferred cat food, and check to see if there was any low-fat evaportated milk at last, or oat milk, even. Er...I also wanted some round, sqishy Belgian waffles. It would have been deranged to wait out in the dank drizzle for such trivia. (Moon has plenty of food at home, still)
Then I finished up in the park to feed the critters, and 'flail' a bit in the open air.  Lo, there was R Next Door down at the other end. Peppi was off lead, and ran eagerly towards me. (I like old Peppi a lot, and think the feeling is mutual.)  R let out several of her patented  Bitching Banshee shrieks, until he dared go no futher.  I guess she's afraid that I might infect him, or something, but mostly she's punishing me for saying dogs smell, even hers! Mad as it is, this behaviour really is hurtful, especially in this situation. How can you be so petty, when we could all be dead  in a couple of weeks?  Gawd 'elp us.
I wasn't going to bother with the current Sunday night drama on BBC1, THE NEST, but it's actually fascinating. and a good distraction.
PICARD  also ended up being exellent; clever, and rather moving . Enjoyed Mark Gatiss on Beardsley, too.

Twitch Bugs

Coronavirus, Quailing, And Corvids...

This morning, I saw they'd added police tape to the signs on the gym equipment... I took a short walk to get the laundry, and did some bendystretchy stuff in the park . I 'm doing a little tiny bit of clearing every day, but it's better than nowt. I also started reading Elmore Leonard's THE BLACK DAHLIA; OK, not  Proust, but  I've hardly read any books in the last year or so,largely 'cos my eyes get tired. I read a lot online, and watch films, etc.
Extra scary news, with Saddiq Kahn  warning London to prepare for a whole load of death in the next couple of weeks, and the number of  cases rising alarmingly. I know it's 'fairer' if old gits like me cark it, instead of the young. but fuck it, I'm not inclined to go,yet. I recorded that CONTAGION film, which everyone's watching, but haven't looked at it yet
When I appeared in the park and threw a couple of monkey nuts at a lone crow on the lawn. (s)he downed them, then flew up onto a lamppost and let rip with an eldrich scream,seemingly to alert the other members of the threesome, who came gliding down, that the nut dispenser was on the scene...


Another Lovely Day In Solitary...

Discovered a nice delicacy  while shopping for 'bits' in a local corner shop, to escape the current supermarket  hell...Tropical Sun Crunchy Coffee Peanuts. Mmm!
Took my laundry down the road on my 'exercise' walk. The lady says we have to do our own, from now on, but kindly agreed to take it  in just for today.
I've had to finally renounce the outdoor gym, as the large DO NOT USE signs I found this morning don't leave much room for doubt. Bum. I have constant anxiety hunger, too, and will have to be careful, or I'll end up fat as ever.
I've packed a 'hospital bag', like an expectant mum, with some PJs, knickers, notebooks, etc. In case I get taken ill suddenly. They keep showing all these films online, with frelled-looking people describing their fearsome symptoms. Some are fake, of course, but I think  quite a few aren't. *Wibble*
Watched that DEEP CLEAN YOUR HOUSE thing on Ch 5. Dead scary. My lime scale is aboiut 2 inches thick, on sinks, etc. which evidently is dangerous as well as hideous. Gulp.
life is pain

Dullsville, But Scary, Too...

I feel OK today,physically, but I keep thinking that I'm very likely to get this virus, and , at my age and state of decrepitude, I could well die.  I hope I don't leave the place in the mess it's in now. I've got to sort out leaving all my papers to the Diary Project , and finding somewhere to leave my cartoons and stuff. I know nobody's going to be interested in my dumb life, and I've no family . I egotistically  dislike the idea of a lifetime's neurotic scratchings
just going straight into landfill, though. Ah well. silliness...
It was lovely in the park, crisp and sunny. Hardly anyone there, just a few dogwalkers  and other exercisers, all keeping our distance.
All the coffee shops are now shut, except for takeaway. This sucks so much; sitting and scribbling/gawking in cafes is a major part of my flaneuse lifestyle, although I can't afford it.
Finally caught up with MIDSOMMAR  on Amazon Prime. Holy shit! Seriously eerie, haunting stuff. Think it's a proper masterpiece of folk horror. Long as it was, I'd like to see the 3 1/2  hour Director's Cut.

BoJo's latest stern  pronouncements are pretty grim, but sensible enough; should have been done earlier, of course. I'm confused about the threat to close outdoor gyms, although you're allowed to exercise outdoors, still. Oh well, guess I'll find out.


Going to Hell


Gods know how extroverts are going to deal with this. I'm  getting cabin fever already.
So far, rather than do anything really useful or creative, I've just increased my already unhealthy screen time.
Saw a pretty dreadful film of ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA, starring and directed by Charlton Heston!  Some of the cast was decent. Eric Porter wasn't bad as Enobarbus; he had quite a lovely voice. John Castle was OK as Octavius, too, but it was a real turkey on the whole.
The 80's TV film of HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME, also with a fair cast  was pretty dull. I remember laughing at it back then, and the years haven't improved it.
The really scabby-looking takeway across the road is still open. Good Lord, you wouldn't want to ingest anything from there, even when there's not a plague on. I've entered it once in, like 35 years or so, to get a bottle of water, which they didn't have. Still, they always do good business, as is the case tonight.
I'm assuming the launderette is now shut down. What am I gonna do? I don't even have a bathtub  (got a 'disabled'  wetroom-) Of course, you can wash your underwear and stuff  fairly efficiently by hand, but three or so months' worth of jeans, etc?