Nowadays, things get stranger by the minute.
My concept of living one day at time has gone to pot – I’m taking it one hour at a time.
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Life at the newspaper carries on as normal – well as normal as things can be nowadays.
There has been very little down time for those in the office, and everyone looks as tired as I feel.
By 11.30am, I am starvin’ Marvin and on the hunt for food.
Before lockdown, I would mosey on over to the shop and order my usual chicken curry and rice for lunch.
This little routine of getting sun on my face, fresh air and clearing my head as I walk to the shop is now a distant memory.
For the last two days I have been met with a long queue of people standing patiently waiting to buy food.
In a sensible move, it appears only a certain number of people are allowed into the shop at any given time.
The first day I experienced this this, I should have made a mental note to take food to work the following day.
But alas, not me. I travel to another shop in the hopes of finding a shorter queue, only to be met with rapidly emptying vegetable shelves.
But what I found most strange in these strange days was the sight of a pitch black chicken just hanging around on the side of the main road.
Okay, let me set the record straight. I have seen a lot of chickens in my life but never before have I seen one casually strutting its stuff on this hectically busy stretch of road.
Later, I google what seeing a chicken might foretell.
One website said that chickens, because of their nature and the purpose for which they are raised, have become symbols of the uncertainly of life.
Spot on! Right now… things couldn’t get more uncertain if they tried .
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