Just as I say Baptista is working normally, it changed its approach. To control the number of customers in the supermarket at any one time, Baptista is now operating a policy of 1 customer in when 1 customer leaves. Plus you now need to wear a face mask to gain entry.
As we have no face masks, we had to scarper to Lagos to a Portuguese nationwide supermarket chain called Pingo Doce. There a security guard told customers upon entry that if they attempted to panic buy to stockpile, the excess goods would be removed from them.
Swapping to Edinburgh, our much beloved Uncle Angelo died on Thursday, not from coronavirus. He was elderly, in his 90s, and his children had thought it wise to put him in a care home. Basically, removed from his normal social contact, he lost the will to live, and lasted only a few weeks in the home.
That point is relevant to coronavirus, because a lot of 'wrinklies' derive a great deal of enjoyment, joie de vivre, from mixing with their friends. Take it away, and what is the point of living?
Boris managed to mangle my CV contingency plan today. It was geared around surviving 14 days in self-isolation. Now that recommendation appears to be 12 weeks for senior citizens.
We simply are NOT going to self-isolate for 12 weeks. So I need to draw up plan B ASAP. Fortunately plan A involved making sure that our car is always filled to the brim with petrol.
We might be driving into Lagos for a lot of takeaways. There is no delivery service here. But we won't go short on food.