Well, we have sorted our Beach Hut ( as my dear wife calls the Summerhouse). If we need a ‘bug out’

that is the place.

Just sorting our storage shed outside - after this tea has been drank.

Having a good clearout. Stuff like storage jars etc. gone! In fact apart from the freezers, there will be no food stored there now ,as the kitchen pantry is more than sufficient for two of us. I am now organising emergency lighting ,use of batteries/ chargers/ solar panels and the like for my wife to lay her hands on when we get inevitable power shortages. Unfortunately I suspect I won’t be here by then,which is a bit of a bu**er ,as I have got some gear out there!

So apart from the above ,there are barrels of water,filters,,animal feed, emergency cooking kit and fuel, matches,lighters ( enough for a literal lifetime) .
Then I have a months worth of firewood to process too. Most important.
Another prep is to add to Wife’s instructions lists are the details of local solid fuel suppliers ( all blokes I have known well) for when I am not here. In fact she only needs either of my two best mates to call for information of currently good solid fuel suppliers. As time moves along ,our solid fuel usage will be necessary looking at what will happen with national and international fuel supplies.If government tries to stop this village from using solid fuel they will be dealing with quite a few people - just like elsewhere. Mind you,the beauty of our system is that after the first ten minutes,you can’t tell we are burning.
Anyhow,just had a call from my neighbour. He’s taken down a silver birch,and even sawn it to usable logs,as he knows I am not well. Mrs J made sure he got a bottle of wine!
In three words I can sum up everything I have learned about life: It goes on.
Robert Frost.
Covid 19: After that level of weirdness ,any situation is certainly possible.
Me.