Lewisham Lockdown

Big decision - I decide to take a different route to the supermarket this week. Doesn't take much to make the day special at the moment.
Major considerations:
-Which mask to wear. It's got to be one that won't make my glasses steam up or slide off and end up on the ground. That happened last week; I got so flustered that I put said specs in my pocket and carried on walking. Into a wall. An enlarged eye bag appeared a few hours later.
-Lipstick or not? Yes, if the streets are quiet enough, I can take off the mask. Also need to consider if some potential film director just might come along, who is looking particularly for a 'mature' woman whose hair is white for a few inches before abruptly tailing off into a tiny black bun at the back. The role would have to be someone striking enough to play The queen of Sheba. As if! I'll wear my headwrap but keep the lipstick.
-Clothes: carefully casual or smart? Refer info above.
I'm on my way. the streets are eerily quiet, apart from a few parakeets squawking away at the top of a tree on the corner. A few discarded bits of furniture outside houses, free gifts for passers-by: a computer desk - who needs one now that everyone props up their laptop in bed and zoom away. A couple of grimy armchairs covered with old toys.
Mask still on. Just in case.
I get out my 'phone and take a picture of my first violets of the year, huddled behind a beer can on the railway embankment. I smile and point it out to a woman passing by with her buggy. She can't see my smile because of the mask, but steps aside to the edge of the kerb.
I duck and dodge in the supermarket, fraught with terror if anyone coughs, or only covers their mouth, but not their nose.
Back indoors the ritual begins:
- wash hands
-wipe down keys, door handles, 'phone and shopping
-wash hands
-get undressed, put pyjamas back on
-wash hands, wash hands, wash hands ...
Take care of yourselves everyone