Custard Creams and Lockdown
I haven’t done any home workouts despite receiving such encouraging invitations from sparkly women offering virtual barre*, yoga and even drum and bass dance classes. The problem really isn’t lack of choice, is it? I haven’t made banana bread. I could do, but I’d just feel like someone pretending to be wholesome. What if banana bread is a gateway drug - before you know it, you’re donning a pinny and going full 1950s housewife? I haven’t carried out any home improvements or decluttered. Marie Kondo I am not.
Welcome to the house of gluttony. This is where the magic happens. It is here I shovel Custard Creams into my lacklustre chops. I shan’t berate myself, for I know this activity has not been in vain. Pre-lockdown, I didn’t know that Asda’s C.C offering is the crème de la crème, Aldi’s are okay and Londis only dependable for those eleventh-hour cravings (in keeping with the space Londis occupies in my life more generally).
Lockdown, a time to celebrate the little wins, eh?
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve read, written and ran more. Like many, I’ve had time to reflect on the important relationships in my life. But when I think of this time in years to come, I will remember the reassurances that came from these reliable biccies. The yellow custard powder a symbol of brighter days to come.
* a pilates, yoga and ballet mash-up.
Hannah Norris is a ‘Nottingham lass’ living in and madly in love with Liverpool. Hannah works in Higher Education by day, and is a local history enthusiast, by night. She has recently begun blogging, at www.nozzasblog.com.