Quality Control in the Time of Covid

So here we are again, almost back at square one with Covid.
The Merry Widows have been shafted by the new Scottish restrictions - we can’t visit each other in our homes and we can’t all meet together outside or in a café. We are condemned to be split up, unless we do a Dominic Cummings.

I know that we three are in the vulnerable group and have the most to lose if we get the virus, but it is galling to see the snowflake generation who have never had to kow tow to authority, paying scant attention to any restrictions.
I am in a prime position, being in the middle of the academic quarter in Edinburgh, to witness the behaviour of the students. The number 6 is not a number that registers with them and as for a distance of 2metres - they have no idea what that means. I do not mean to tar all students with the same brush, but I really think the majority of them don’t give a damn about rules or even care how their behaviour might impinge on older people. Sighs!

Having spent the last three weeks walking about like a robot accumulating mileage, I am finding it hard to stop and relax. If I do that, I will have to stop licking the bowls after baking and sampling the end result for quality control.
Today there had to be the tasting of oatmeal and raisin cookies and marshmallow rice crispies. Love handles are unfortunately the result.