We went into our local small town this morning to do our usual weekly shop at the supermarket on the outskirts - (cannot face the Tesco in Douglas at the moment as don't want to get trampled underfoot by hordes of loo-roll grabbing, hysterical stockpilers).
The car park was unusually full when we arrived around 10:30. Not a good sign we thought. Inside, however, was not as busy as we feared but there were quite a lot of the expected empty spaces on the shelves. A lady shopper told me that people had been queueing up outside at 8:00 a.m. for the store to open. We were able to buy our usual fruit, veg, milk, bread etc but could not find any pasta (which I am almost out of now) nor the little jars of pesto sauce or harissa that I like.
After putting our shopping into the boot, we walked down into the town centre to pay our annual house insurance and I had a look in the little Co-Op and the other small convenience store in the street.
I managed to find a jar of pesto sauce and a lonely packet of pasta that obviously nobody else wanted! I felt sorry for it, so brought it home with me.