Coronation Mugs

As I settle into my indefinite retreat from society the minutiae of life and language begin to appear magnified. “I’m sorry, I just haven’t got time to do that” will become a meaningless phrase or, more succinctly, a porky pie because, as many times as we wash our hands, we will still have a surfeit of time left on them during which we must find things to do: pastime metamorphoses into challenge, into obstacle and there’s the problem. We’re doing time.

The cell wall graffiti calendar needs redefining and now, if ever there was a time, is the moment to do it. Carving galleons from bone was a favourite pastime for Napoleonic prisoners of war which art form may well regain its popularity but it will prove difficult for vegetarians: although, with empty shelf syndrome, endemame beans, calcots, kimchi and golden tofu may be liable to substitution. There is an esoteric pleasure in shopping on line ( I speak of France, where we are) in which everything seems to be available. Jenny and I tick this and that and that and this and feel a bit guilty …”Have we bought too much..? ,,,let’s cut something out…too late ….oh, fuck”: and I go to pick up what I’m sure will be a ziggurat of monumental proportions mounted on a metal shopping trolley surrounded by floor markings keeping the gawping crowd at bay. As it turns out the “oh, fuck” of greed was unnecessary and was substituted for an alternative “oh, fuck” as the trolley, with my name on it, contained one disposable brown paper carrier bag with a small and random selection of the order placed and poetic justice had been done. .

Just remember….Sic Transit Gloria…..keep a good 2 metres away from her.

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Photographer and film maker living in France. After a long career in London, my wife and I have settled in the Vendee, where we run residential digital photography courses with a strong gastronomic flavour.
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14 Responses to Coronation Mugs

  1. Sue says:

    You always have me smiling, a boon in these current times. Keeping away from Gloria had me in stitches….

  2. Mad Dog says:

    I found some pleasure in the misery this week. Cycling round a semi deserted London to find food treasures in street markets was almost a joy. Shame it took a virus to make it this way.
    The staff of the St. John were fantastic – they’ve been open for bread and saved a brown sourdough for me especially.

  3. Eha says:

    Living semi-rurally have been totally dependent on on-line shopping and home delivery for over two decades as transport out of here difficult. Have now received oh so polite letters from all the supermarkets and shops that, because of shortages, both food and staff, such service will be ‘temporarily’ discontinued until further notice. Quo Vadis ? Meanwhile, having worked and studied and, and from same home for same time do not even have one extra minute to join most in all the ‘fun activities’ discovered . . . oh well . . .

    • How crazy is that? Now is the time that you most need deliveries. It’s hard to understand some of the behaviour of the authorities. I have to say that things are very clear here in France and I hope it helps. The UK is a shambles led by an overgrown school boy playing at being Churchill….desperately sad to see how bad it might be.

      • Eha says:

        Well, Australia is led by glib used-car salesman whose religious fervour consists of dancing in the aisles waving arms whilst singing happy tunes . . . and in some ways we are still colonials . . . so ! I AM reminded of WWII as one gets such satisfaction in actually accomplishing something we have regarded as everyday normal ! Whilst ordering my monthly chemist’s supply to be delivered this morning, actually was quite thrilled to be told ‘your supply lines are safe’ . . . yoicks !!!

      • Great… people are coming togetherπŸ‘Œ

  4. John Harvey says:

    Love it. Laughed out loud. Stay well

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