After a lovely 3 and a half mile walk in the sunshine this morning I thought I’d have another go at trying to order food online from one of the supermarkets. Yesterday was a lost cause, as no delivery slots were available. However, today I had more luck. I logged into Asda and was lucky enough to grab one of the last few evening slots that they had just put out. It’s been a rather trying time sitting here and ordering food though, as every few minutes a blank screen came on and a message stated that I was in a queue and to not refresh the screen as the site was ‘experiencing a high volume of traffic’.
This has been the first time I’ve ever ordered food online, as I prefer to go to the shop and pick it out myself. However, these are troubled times. The world is unravelling around us like a piece of old knitting, and any normal activities of daily living have gone out the window.
I never thought I’d be ecstatic to complete an online food order! There’s a time limit on each slot, and mine would have run out at ten past one if I hadn’t been able to get back onto the site. By doing an online shop I’ve been able to compete with the armies of young men elbowing everyone else out of their way as they make off with the last packets of toilet rolls. Okay, some items like baked beans and toilet paper were still out of stock, but tissues and kitchen paper were not. Asda informs me it will give me substitutes for anything unavailable, so goodness knows what I’m going to end up with.
Yes, we now have to compete for everything. The situation is abnormal. Shops and businesses like hairdressers and dentists have closed down, and the council has closed our recycling centre so that we cannot take any rubbish there. Garden waste will not be collected, but I’m hoping our ordinary rubbish will be collected, otherwise people will start fly-tipping I’m sure.
A certain person says the virus will be gone by Easter, but I’m sure that won’t be the case. Even Prince Charles has Coronavirus now, but I’m sure he’ll have immediate access to a ventilator if his symptoms worsen, unlike thousands of ordinary folk who have to hope one will be available if they need it. He’s also at his holiday home in the Scottish Highlands, Balmoral, while the rest of the nation have been told not to go to holiday/second homes due to the pressure on the local medical services. One rule for them and another for us…
Hope you’ve all managed an online food shop. It ain’t easy, but patience is the key I think.