Back from my murderous spree to the shop. Two, that's right, TWO, bottles of wine and a butter chicken ready-meal, because I simply could not face cooking. Just for me. Again.
People in the queue and in the store were observing distancing, good humoured and courteous... It was a very sedate killing spree.
Still feel like cutting my throat, but that's what the wine's for. Would be a shame to waste it by seepage 