Watching The Road gave me pause for thought.
The UK has just about run out of road grit after a surprise winter. Imagine if some really surprising event were to occur, something actually unforseen, and then substitute the word ‘food’ for grit. How soon would it be before we too would be robbing the neighbours for a tin of dog food? How many days before we turned feral? I read somewhere that any civilised country is about four meals away from social breakdown.
The way I normally eat, I’ve got enough food in my home for about four days. If I was careful, maybe a week.
Beyond that I’d have to casserole the cat.