In the Year of the Rat.
Mar. 20th, 2020 07:54 pmSo, our government has just closed all the cafes and pubs officially, and are setting up universal basic income (!!!).
This feels really weird : we run two small businesses from our house, and suddenly... everyone is closed apart from us, grocers and huge megabusinesses? We only sell online and all the stuff is in the house anyway, so the only reason to close the Shop on the Borderlands would be if the postal service shut down. The website hosting / maintenance side of things would keep on trucking through even that, though I do wonder how many of our customers there will be still standing on the other side of this. We shall see.
(Actually, the village pub is sort of still open, barely. You can take a jug down there and they will fill it with beer to take away. Some of the other pubs & cafes are doing takeaway food.)
Can still walk the dogs, at a safe distance from humanity, though apparently in France even that is now forbidden. Yikes. Imagine the yodelling if Rosie had to go walkless. Well, if it comes, then no doubt they will adjust; at least we have a garden. In the meanwhile, I may make a trip to a nice quiet spot tomorrow.
In other news, I popped these three tiny paintings onto Redbubble, here, this afternoon, and someone just bought six cards of them, which was nice.


This feels really weird : we run two small businesses from our house, and suddenly... everyone is closed apart from us, grocers and huge megabusinesses? We only sell online and all the stuff is in the house anyway, so the only reason to close the Shop on the Borderlands would be if the postal service shut down. The website hosting / maintenance side of things would keep on trucking through even that, though I do wonder how many of our customers there will be still standing on the other side of this. We shall see.
(Actually, the village pub is sort of still open, barely. You can take a jug down there and they will fill it with beer to take away. Some of the other pubs & cafes are doing takeaway food.)
Can still walk the dogs, at a safe distance from humanity, though apparently in France even that is now forbidden. Yikes. Imagine the yodelling if Rosie had to go walkless. Well, if it comes, then no doubt they will adjust; at least we have a garden. In the meanwhile, I may make a trip to a nice quiet spot tomorrow.
In other news, I popped these three tiny paintings onto Redbubble, here, this afternoon, and someone just bought six cards of them, which was nice.

