Our baby guppies are seven weeks old now. After the ill-fated release of a single fry a couple of weeks ago, we released them into the main tank today and they seem fine. A couple of them are in hiding. Assume this is because they observed the previous sacrifice.
People panic buy the weirdest things. Aspirin, paracetamol & ibuprofen I can understand. Toilet roll a little less so since you rarely get the runs with this type of illness. Bread flour? I have no idea why people would stockpile that, but I couldn’t find any in Asda, Tesco or Morrisons. Are people planning to spend their quarantine time baking? Anyway, while I’m not particularly worried about Covid-19, I’m starting to have some doubts about how we’ll manage if this thing blows up.
A bit hard to tell how this is all going to play out at the moment. Three years ago my family laughed when I installed a bidet, but when you suckers are fighting over toilet paper at Asda, I’ll be laughing all the way to the toilet.
We’ve been watching back to back episodes of Gavin & Stacey. I’ve never seen it before, probably because of my irrational hatred of James Cordon. He is a knob, but this is actually really good.
I’m elbow-deep in the 1200 pages of Edge of Eternity, so haven’t finished a single book over the past fortnight. Ken Follett’s books are a bit of a commitment – but usually worth it. I’ve also started a re-read of Walter Isaacson’s autobiography of Steve Jobs.
A friend sent me the photo below, posted on Facebook by someone I went to school with, of my final year class of primary school. Surprising that so many of the names came right back to me, even though I haven’t thought of them for decades.
I’m on the top row, second from the left.
Have a good week. Wash your hands, and leave some toilet roll for me.