there were queues at the petrol station this morning.
it was crazy.
people were arriving driving tractors, ride-on lawn mowers, and occasionally the family saloon.
three people collapsed under the weight of the cans and containers they were filling up.
but doris was a star - she walked four miles carrying a skip on her head, filled it up with a couple of million litres, and walked back without breaking sweat, and without spilling a drop.
i incurred her wrath by telling her she forgot the box of matches i wanted, but still... she did very well and i gave her a big eclair for her trouble.
anyway, the whole thing has inspired me.
panic buying?
you ain't seen nothing yet.
i'm told the weather is going to be cooler and wetter this week.
OMIGOD!
umbrellas!
there's going to be a strike at the umbrella factory, a spokesman said.
a ship carrying containers full of see through plastic macs has run aground off the macaroons.
marks and spencer only has two hundred woolly tank tops left...
doris is already on the phone, spreading the word.
i suspect my new shop, WarmN Dry will be pretty busy tomorrow.
