Tales From Lockdown
Richard Ainslie describes his own experience with lockdown and the unique problems it has presented his family
In a single sentence, I can describe perfectly the lockdown insanity that my household has reached: my mum has started bulk-buying soil. Sitting on my front lawn, in a huge Hippo bag, is a metric tonne of earth. What could a family of four with a medium-sized lawn and two small vegetable patches possibly employ this earth for? There are no carrots so arrogant, no artichokes so demanding, no earth-worm so up itself that they could possibly demand a whole tonne of soil. It sits in full view of my bedroom window like the ghost at the feast and I am tormented late at night by thinking what to do with it. We could toast it at 200 degrees and serve it en
Think for a second how insane it is to buy soil. We humans, who only crawled out from the evolutionary swamp around a hundred thousand years ago, are now paying each other with plastic banknotes to move dirt from one point on the planet to another. And it’s not like we have a soil machine that can turn concrete, steel
“The terror of the mundane.
The word mundane comes from the Latin word