The Rhubarb – “Victoria” – is spouting bravely but looks distinctly pale to me – more so that in the photo above. It is growing in a very light soil with a great admixture of old vegetable material which is probably somewhat acidic, so I have given it a dose of lime pellets and a good watering with tomato fertiliser for the sake of the minerals in the latter.
We got a message early to say that the delivery (in a 3.00 pm to 7.00 pm time slot) would be between 3.00 pm and 4.00 pm. Soon after 2.00 pm, jut s we were getting some lunch so as to be ready by 3.00 pm the doorbell rang and we rushed out to find a collection of Tesco bags on the doorstep. W are not allowed to open the door in order to speak to the delivery man, so I had put out a thank you notice beforehand. He gave us a cheery wave, climbed into his cab and backed off down our cul-de-sac. Then of course we began the unpacking with great dissension about whether things should be washed, and how things should be dealt with eg : a plastic bag of bread rolls. We can wipe the outside, but how do we know the contents are sterile ? Anyway, we got it done eventually but it was a slow process so lunch took place somewhat later than planned. We only had two items “not available, and two items substituted quite satisfactorily. We are limited to three items of any one sort. Normally at Tesco we would buy 6 containers of milk at a time and then they last us the best part of a week. So at best we can only get three, milk itself seems to be in short supply, and there is no hope of getting a delivery more than once a week at the very best. We have laid in tins of evaporated milk so we shall be breaking into that soon.
Tonight we were asked to go outside and “clap for the carers”. Our little road had three houses in it, all with elderly residents and we didn’t hear or see any activity whatsoever. All of us in the road have good reason to be grateful to the NHS and social services but I think the idea of clapping into a dark silence did not appeal.