There was something of a scramble for parking spaces at
Sainsbury’s, Ashbourne this morning. I was informed that it was all due to a
rush of panic buying in response to the coronavirus issue. It appears that an
awful lot of people fear they will either be confined to a sick bed and risk dying
of starvation even if the plague doesn’t take them, or maybe that Ashbourne
will declare self-isolation as the Derbyshire village of
Eyam famously did 350
years ago. Thankfully, there was neither queue nor shortage in the coffee shop.
The lady in the coffee shop asked me what I wanted, and I
replied that I would have my usual coffee and a lemon curd tart. Only I didn’t
call it a lemon curd tart; I called it a lemon turd cart. I was in that kind of
mood.
She paused and looked at me
questioningly, and so I had to tell her what I knew of the Rev Spooner and his
curious speech habits. She now knows what a spoonerism is. That was today’s
contribution to the cause of improving the human condition. Sometimes life is
easy, and sometimes it isn’t.
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