Right now I’m hardly eating at all. Stress does that to me.

The regular crew here knows what’s happened in my part of the forest, so I won’t say more on that.

I’m looking at a pantry, fridge and freezer packed with food I know I will never eat now — starting with all that brisket, now vacuum-sealed and neatly frozen. Big tins of tomatoes and chickpeas can go to the food bank, but what about two kilos of moong dal in a canister? Four kilos of bread flour?

I know I will eventually start making and eating bread again, but right now the very idea makes me feel ill. Whole-wheat flour is perishable ... What to do?

Suggestions would be welcome.