Day 7: Finger-lickin’ good
The big shop
First full Sunday in lockdown, which was half-implemented (leaked) exactly one week ago.
After last night’s banging virtual rave, which involved our friends in London playing board games and our neighbour upstairs banging the floor, we woke up today in the mood to cook ourselves a nice lunch. Armed with our FFP2 masks and hand sanitisers, we went to Esselunga, where Italians were spotted queuing in a civilised manner to enter, which is the equivalent of seeing the Yeti.
Esselunga now offers plastic, single-use gloves at the entrance (the environment will save itself), so you don’t contaminate the shelves and food with your contaminated hands. A girl in the queue, sporting some AirPods and chatting away to a friend, picked up a pair of gloves as she braced herself to enter. The opening of one glove seemed to be stuck together (imagine your supermarket bag refusing to open while there’s a queue of passive-aggressive women called Karen waiting for you to finish), so the girl, during the peak awareness period of hand-washing and not touching your face, licked a finger, put it on the glove and slid it open. Success! Evolutionary theory thoughts crossed my mind, but this is not the time for them.
If we all make it out of this alive, I wonder how many people will still continue queueing in a straight line, and how many people will continue to wash their hands properly. Personally, I think we’ll all just need hand transplants because the ones will have now will slowly start disintegrating from overwashing.
Another trend spotted inside Esselunga suggests that, for those who haven’t been able to purchase masks, sunglasses will be their salvation.
According to Instagram, in the afternoon, Fedez, AKA Chiara Ferragni’s husband, gave a live concert to their neighbours in CityLife. On my street, the same neighbour who bangs his floor every time he hears the faintest sound of a subwoofer, put a speaker on his windowsill and started playing ‘Nel blu dipinto di blu’, most commonly known as ‘Volare’. People came out on their balconies and windows, listened, smiled and clapped. It was endearing. For a moment there, I forgave him.
Lunch: Grilled squid and salad.
Song of the day: Nel blu dipinto di blu
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