I am, I suppose, a hoarder.
Many, many moons ago, following some bad luck, I found myself living in an isolated community, jobless, alone and pretty much dead broke.
I, quite literally, did not know where the next meal was coming from (Where I had been working used to provide my meals).
Some very kind friends purchased one of the carving projects I was doing to pass the time, at a far greater price than they should, to (from hindsight - I was far too proud to ask for help) help me out.
This enabled me to get to the city where I looked for, and found, a job.
Luckily tips from that job enabled me to get through the week, meals from the job enabled me to eat.
Since that time I have always tried to have food, drink and cash to tide me over if times became that tough again.
Generally that has meant buying about a month ahead although some things, essentials like coffee, honey, meat, tooth-cleaning (they're plastic) equipment, toilet paper and booze (mainly good red wine) three or four months has been the norm.
That is the position I find myself now.
I have not done any extra shopping prior to house arrest.
I will run short of, but probably not out of, bread, fresh fruit and cheese.
Meantime money will accumulate in my bank account until the dictatorship steals it.
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