Day Twenty Eight
Filthy lucre
Having
confessed, a few days ago, that I’ve been lying to the kind lady who rings to
check if I have developed any symptoms of Covid-19, I now have to confess to money laundering.
Of
course I’m hiding this from the world.
Only here will you learn the truth but
PLEASE don’t tell anyone.
Yesterday, my friend Jose, brought me some
previously ordered milk, cheese, a loaf and a can of tuna. She left them in my mailbox where I’d
deposited some cash.
In
due course, back she came with food, the receipt and the change.
After
she’d driven away, I took in the goodies and, as instructed, sprayed and washed the milk bottles (can cows
as well as tigers get C-19?), the
plastic-covered bread and the can of tuna.
Whoever
would have contemplated a day when we’d shampoo our cheese?
I’d
read that C-19 germs can be carried on footwear as well as surfaces but Jose’s
feet never crossed my threshold.
Then
I began to worry.
What if I’d stood in the same place at the mailbox she had and my fluffy
slippers had picked up Covid bugs like fleas?
I threw the slippers into a bucket and doused
them with disinfectant.
That
done, I breathed a sigh of relief, washed my hands (137th time
today) made myself a tuna sandwich and relaxed to enjoy my tea.
I
was at third bite when I remembered to
my horror I WAS AT RISK FROM MY CHANGE!
I
threw down the sammie, donned gloves and mask,
boiled a jug and bunging soap and disinfectant into a dish, laundered the
money.
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