Abiding by the Rule of 6.

Arriving at Ms J's at the moment involves getting a live lesson in abiding by the current govt imposed guidelines. Ms J will wield her bottle of antibacterial gel over my hands and sleeves the moment I arrive (so much so that I spend the next 3 minutes frantically rubbing my hands in an attempt to get it all to soak in), us both diligently wearing our face coverings, and (somewhat subconsciously I feel) ensuring a healthy 2m distance exists between us either side of her door step whilst we catch up on the week.

However, where Ms J really excels in terms of rule following in these strange regulated times is in only ever asking for 6 items on her shopping list each week - it's not always the same 6 by any means (which I think is still compliant with that particular rule, although I would need to read the small print just to check) - but 6 it always is, no more and no less, and has been for the past few months that I've shopped for her. For that diligence alone she should be loudly applauded...which I would happily do, if only my hands weren't so slippery with all the antibacterial gel...