Day 49/183: Scenes from the pandemic apocalypse

[nanila]

Scene 1 Yesterday. The weather’s nice and we’re digging over the veg patch with the help of the children.

Him: “I’m just going to pop to the garden centre and get some manure and seeds.”
Me: “Good idea.”

45 minutes later

Him: “I bought 300 litres of horse shit and enough seeds and seed potatoes to get us through rationing, when it starts.”
Me: “...”

Scene 2 Today. Weather’s still nice. Veg patch has had manure dug into it and things planted in it.

Him: “If you don’t mind, I’m going to pop to the shops a bit earlier than I have been doing [after the children are asleep] and see if it’s better stocked. I’m not going to panic-buy anything.”
Me: “Sure. OK, no worries, I’ll make dinner.”

45 minutes later

Him, plonking six bags and some large bits of wood on the floor.: “I couldn’t find pasta, rice or eggs, but here are a bunch of gardening supplies and £110 worth of groceries, including tinned spinach.”
Me: “...”

I mean, I’m the American one in this relationship, aren’t I supposed to be the one who goes full underground survival bunker in this situation?

Comments

[antisoppist]

I have a teenage son who makes himself porridge to survive between meals and I have been stockpiling oats for weeks by just adding an extra packet whenever I was in the supermarket and I've found I've got 4 kg in the house.

[fred_mouse]

I've been doing the same thing with soy milk, and got in trouble for buying more because there wasn't enough room in the box. But now that our schools are closed and partner and I have actually been moved to working from home rather than no-one having permission to work from home, I'm about to clamp down on number of times a week we go shopping, and I suspect the (mostly adult) offspring will suddenly discover just how much food the five of us go through in a week!

[sunflowerinrain]

I buy porridge oats in a 7kg bag. Nearly run out now, and there are no deliveries. Not much call for porridge in SW France. Oh woe!