Last week I panic-bought a duck. Two people were approaching me from either end of the meat aisle in a pincer movement. Neither was observing social distancing etiquette, so I grabbed the first bird I could and ran. It wasn’t until I got to the checkout that I realised my chicken wasn’t a chicken. GoodContinue reading “Duck”

Store cupboard spaghetti

When we went into lockdown, the prospect of having to adopt wartime rationing had a certain grim romance to it. I pictured eating SPAM out of the tin whilst smoking Lucky Strikes and talking like Celia Johnson. After two weeks of social isolation the idea was beginning to wear thin. Bad zoom connections and over-exposureContinue reading “Store cupboard spaghetti”