I was talking to a friend of a friend works as a civil servant before seeing Fleabag on Thursday and now I’m feeling really nervous about Brexit. There were six of us sitting in an alcove in a stylish members club, drinking wine that was somehow both reasonably priced and truly delicious, and catching each other up on our lives since we last saw each other. I was the newbie in the group, picking up the anecdotes the other women were sharing, and piecing them all together like a jigsaw in my mind. Oh, so you’re the friend dating the French guy! Got it.
As it always does, Brexit came up, and we all started talking about the availability of things we love– wine, olive oil, anchovies, etc.– and the ways that our leaving the EU will change this country, and diminish its diversity. The woman who works for the government got very serious during this discussion, and with the same stern tone of Gandalf telling the hobbits to leave the shire, she told us to:
Stock up on pulped paper products like toilet paper and cat litter.
Fill our [Barbie-sized or otherwise-sized] freezers with as much veg as possible.
Transfer all our savings to a foreign currency, if possible. (lololol what are savings???)
I’ve absolutely not done the second two things on the list, but the morning after our meeting I did place an order for a top-up of WGAC loo roll + tissues. I may get scurvy after Brexit, but my ass will be wiped! Hopefully 48 rolls is enough to get us to a new deal…
Other things I bought into this week that aren’t Brexit-related (thank god):
This interview with Margaret Atwood in The Times– but I think I like the photos even more???
Fleabag LIVE! I saw the show on Thursday and while it was so good, it was also a little like seeing a friend relapse into old bad habits. And while I’ve loved everything about Fleabag these past few years, I’m now ready and excited to see what FWB does next. Her career is going to be such a joy to follow and I hope it spans oh-so-many decades.
A truly lovely dinner + delicious wine at The Laughing Heart. The restaurant is great, the bottle shop is superb, the party space looks fun, and I’m already looking forward to my next visit.
The B&B I’m staying at in Sardinia, which has a turtle that lives in/near the pool (unclear exactly where it resides– I’ll report back), which I’m so excited to swim with later this week! I bought a new suit just for the occasion. But seriously, do we think the turtle is pooping in the pool???? Or how is this working, exactly?
The Pasta – after hitting my limit month-after-month, this Alison Roman recipe was the straw the broke the camel’s back and made me finally subscribe to the NYT. Excuse me while I read literally everything. No, seriously. Please excuse me… BYE!