The world over now we are all in some sort of lockdown. Not just me. I am a pretty up beat person, and have a very dark sense of humour. I also have an extreme panic disorder. Balancing them all is a skill I am having to learn. And rather quickly.
I have no idea how these posts will be laid out, or how they will progress, which is fine since no one had a bloody clue about anything right now.
I live in a wealthy area, which includes a lake and mountains. That does not mean I am rich. What it does mean is that I can only comment on what is happening here in my vicinity. ABR has readers from all over the world and I wanna know what is happening where you live.
I have been in permanent freak-out mode over the snail’s pace that both the UK and the USA have been moving at. I see that thing are finally shutting down and people are being told to keep to the social distancing rules. That means at least two meters away from each other. And no you cannot go for a picnic, or a burger, or down the pub. Nor to your friend’s house for coffee. Absolutely NOT.
After mumbling to ourselves about how awful it was in China, but so far away, and then seeing it moving closer to home in Milan, (but spending more time wondering if the perfume show would be cancelled or not) we find ourselves in lockdown.
AUSTRIA. Monday March 16th.
All the shops are closed. Our business too. Supermarkets, pet stores, banks, chemists, and the post are still up and running. Otherwise it is deader than a dodo. As many firms as possible have switched to home office. Some of the counties are in quarantine. We are not yet. We can go out and walk, ride bikes, or run. We have to be alone or with people that we live with. I was very touched when I walked down a side street to the supermarket and ahead of me were two young boys playing football. When they saw me approaching, they grabbed the ball and ran way up off of the road to get at least twenty meters out of my way.
I am as terrified of getting no hair cut as I am of the virus. Already planning a buzz. It has only just begun and the the sun is shining, everyone is upbeat, this could be fun.
Tuesday 17th – Friday 20th
Wearing black latex gloves to go shopping obviously. Can’t be doing the white ones. I was slightly worried about my in-laws, 81 and nearly 88. But when I called them they had been biking, preparing their potato patch for planting, and had made bread. I don’t know what is happening in the cities, but it seems the lockdown is mostly working. There will always be those who think it does not apply to them. We have a 34 year old prime minister, and him and his cronies, which also include a lot of women, are doing a great job.
My good friend left a chunk of fresh Parmesan outside the shop for me to collect. Social distancing of about 4km. I see no reason to drop my cheese standards. Supermarkets are full, and open normal hours. Very quiet though. People going out of their way to avoid each other. Excellent. Went for a bike ride with aforementioned good friend. We kept at least two meters between us the whole way and sat on each end of along bench to talk. Obedience is second nature to us. LMAO.
I brought weights and a bar home from the gym. However weird this shit gets I will train most days. I ride my bike for cardio and might start to run. Probably not though, I hate running.
It is Friday as I write this. I can hardly bear to hear the figures of the deaths in so many countries. Our lockdown was extended for nearly another month today. Goal being 13th of April. Somehow I doubt it. It is a f***ing pandemic and I wonder what part of that people do not get? But they will.
LOCKDOWN PERFUMES OF WEEK 1.
I was in no mood to wear any of my more regular scents, and found beauty in some of the less frequently worn of my collection.
Amouage UBAR. Amouage Opus III. Serge Lutens Tubereuse Criminelle. Neela Vermeire Mohur EdP and Trayee.
Share your thoughts , good and bad, positive and negative, and of course the perfumes you find yourself reaching for. Many things unite us, but none more so than our fragrances.
Don´t stand so, don´t stand so, don’t stand so close to me. STING.