I went shopping today. It was ridiculous. Lots of empty shelves. Are hens really going to stop laying?
Well, I was protected.
I got a few looks, a couple of generous smiles, but no-one, I mean no-one, took the Mickey, not even the teenage youths hanging around in the car park. I got a look and one of them pulled his hoodie over his face. But no mockery.
I am taking the view that I shall get it, but I hope to have the mild version and then be protected. If it kills me (and I hope it doesn't, I've not finished my bench nor my dining table yet) then at least my pension worries are over.
Silver linings and all that.