I went to the supermarket at lunchtime to buy some bread, and accidentally bought Gin, tonic and a lime.
Our nearest supermarket is a Lidl, so not only did I buy Gin, I bought cheap Gin. Fortunately I have shown some restraint and have yet to open the said Gin. I thought that sitting at home, alone, writing my dissertation with a bottle of Gin would possibly lead me down a path from which I may never return. I was initially shocked at the £490.00 bill in Lidl, until the girl on the checkout realised she had charged me for 49 bottles of Gin. She laughed and said that would keep you in gin for about 5 years. I avoided eye contact and smiled as though I agreed with her.
I love a trip to Lidl, I also love a trip to Home Bargains, but at a push Lidl is my favourite. It feels European and the packaging makes me feel like I'm in France - if they would just start stocking Chipie notebooks and squared paper I would never have to visit mainland Europe again.
Other than my trip to buy 40% proof alcohol and to do the school drop off, at which I didn't get out of the car, I have yet to leave the house. I joined the meeting I had to attend via Skype from my kitchen table - this was brilliant as it meant I didn't have to drive to Liverpool (which improves most days) but, it did mean that by attending virtually I missed out on physical cake.
There was always a rumour that news casters wore a shirt and tie and then just pants below the waist. I'd like to assure any colleagues reading this that I was properly attired, and although they couldn't tell because my camera wasn't working I had even brushed my hair.
I'm popping out in half an hour to collect HWMBO(I) from the train station and Bob is out for tea, perhaps we should take advantage of this and the sunshine and nip to the pub before I become completely agoraphobic. Or maybe we should just open the Gin.