Oh my darling, Quarantine...

It´s week two of our confinement to our home, and things are getting a bit unnerving. Well, maybe unnerving is a tad too simple to describe the situation. I am still getting at least twenty funny Corona pictures, fortunately half of it having the Corona beer in it which I like very much. Both, the pictures and the beer. I had to put a temporary stop to my knitting projects, because one of it was done with real wool, and I am allergic to it. My fingers are covered with some sort of rush, which will disappear hopefully soon now that I take my pills and cream the blisters. Hubby is restless, because he is no more able to buy enough meat to salt down one last batch of pork for bacon. Pork meat goes either to China or into the freezers of early birds. Hubby is an early bird also, but at eight in the morning the refrigerated shelfs of two markets were emptied already. He also is not able to finish the renovation of our kitchen walls, because only one of the DIY markets delivers paints, yet unfortunately not the brand we need. So we sit in the living room and have way too many cups of coffee. It was the distinct sound of a car engine that made us get up this morning, both of us almost tripping over each other, hubby, because he thought the postman had arrived, me, because Corona has awakened my hidden nosiness. It was our neighbour, who was about leaving his house, a shopper basket in hand. Now what´s so interesting about a shopping neighbour, you will think. Of course, he is allowed to buy groceries, even if he should not do it on a daily basis! The crux is that said neighbour has returned from India three days ago, and hubby and I should have seen neither hair nor hide of him. He is supposed to be in strict quarantine for two weeks, he is not allowed to set a foot out of his door, as are all those who come into the country now. It´s not that he lives alone, he has a wife, he has a son who can do the shopping. Another neighbour told me, that the day before his daughter, his son-in-law-to-be and their three months old son had come to visit him. But this one does not care about the rules. He does not care about the health of others. He simply ignores the orders he has been given at the airport, because he has always thought himself above rules. It is frustrating for those who sit inside and are bored silly after such a long yet apparently necessary confinement. And it´s a safe bet that this disaster will not end after Easter but will go up to the end of May at least, so good luck to us all!