Curfew

It's said (but I don't know by whom - is it "who" or "whom"? - cor blimey, brain the size of a planet, albeit a small one, and I still appear to be thicker than thieves, or summink) that people who remark about what they ate at mealtimes demonstrate an extreme lack of imagination, so I'll show what we noshed a few soirées back (cos I like the colours), preceded by the streamside dogstroll of a couple of late après-midis ago, which, in turn, is preceded by a snap from yesterday's supermarché trip where a rather impressive display of locally grown vegetables caught my attention just as a supervisor's voice boomed out from various speakers that there were just twenty minutes left before they shut up shop at six - which is when the daily Covid curfew kicks off - at which point there was a mad dash for the checkout tills followed by an even madder dash to drive home before six in order to avoid a mahoosive fine, or worse, by the rabid cops who we spotted lying in wait on our way to the Aubusson Carrefour supermarché, thus causing us to take avoiding action by taking the back road home at a thoroughly illegal ten past six due to a time consuming petrol stop where I had big trouble opening and closing the car's petrol cap lock (needs a squirt of WD40) and Geo had a teeny bit of trouble remembering the bank card tap-in number thingy. Which reminds moi, some chap was recently arrested for speeding at 190kph and his excuse was that he was trying to get home before the 6pm curfew. Worth a try. Didn't work though. You're nicked, sunshine. Fortunately we weren't, thanks to our devious back roads escape ploy. Was quite busy up there with other lawbreakers having the same idea. Er, where was I? Ah yes, photos...