It appears there has been some kind of mini apocalypse. There's no way out of Walthamstow. The Victoria line is totally suspended; the London Overground is suspended, and there's no train between Chingford and Hackney Downs, meaning we're cut off.
I've tried listening to the radio for information, but I got rather involved in the Archers, and haven't been able to tear myself away. Luckily the freezer is full of pureed veg for the baby, so I figure with that and breast milk, we should be ok. The circularity of attempting to sustain myself with my own breast milk seems to have a built-in futility, but perhaps the quarantine will be lifted before we get that far.
I will post further updates when possible.
Dispatches from the domestic frontline
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