Week Five Of Lockdown…

Week Five Of Lockdown…

… and it’s an emergency

So here we are at Week Five.
It’s getting tiresome.
For me, I’ve encountered the final proof that I’m English. Despite everything going on around us, what with masks, hand sanitisers and full-body wet-suit to make a five minute trip to my local village for groceries, what’s really biting is that I have three tea bags left.
And that’s it.

No more English tea.
It doesn’t bear thinking about.
Don’t get me wrong. I love Spanish cuisine. The local wine is great and the coffee they serve here is to die for. Better than Italian for my money.
But what they call ‘tea’ around here is crap.
*sigh*
So, I shall have to grin and bear it. And I’m British so, stiff-upper-lip and all that.
Back to work on Fatale… with a little assistance from my helpers…

Harley Helped…

… by getting stuck into a hard afternoon’s snoozing by my keyboard…

But Goldie…

…was too busy being inscrutable to help with the writing…