71: Start to panic … we’re doomed!

Sorry to be so alarmist but I’ve just heard some terrible news. Our street is now infected with the dreaded pandemic.

I expect the human beans here will now ‘go down like ninepins’.  and fall ill - or die.   What hapπens to me? I’ll be an orphan, scavenging on  the street, possibly being picked up by someone like Fagin for his gang of beggars and pickpockets.

(I think I could beg - but I’m sure I can’t be trained (at my time of life) to pick pockets.)

Knowing my luck ,my beans will get it early. I’ll be on the street and will get knocked down by one of the  many funeral cars ploughing the streets.

I’m not sure what I can do about it.

The Deuchars are doing the responsible thing and staying indoors but it seems like a case of ‘locking the stable door ….’

Oh, and I’ve just realised its worse than I thought. No more carrots from Sue - at least for as while.

Isn’t this typical. Just as I adopt my new sunnier personality. I get embroiled in a global catastrophe.