NATIONAL LOCKDOWN TWO.
WITH SCHOOLS BACK IN ACTION.
Two of our family (daughter Jac, a teacher, and pupil grandson Ellis) have been required to go back to school. The second lockdown does not apply to schoolchildren and those who teach them.
As you nice people will know, Roz, a LSA at Medina College, resides here. She is in the 'shielded' category, temporarily unable to work at the college, and currently locked down with us. Grandson Ellis, who also lives here, is required to attend that same college every day. Work out the logic of that.
Apparently pandemics cease at school gates.
Perhaps we should simply scrap the slogan Save our NHS.
How about Bugger the Teachers and Anyone Close to the Aged?
Or even...
LET'S EMPTY THE SUPERMARKETS.
Have you ever wondered why, a couple of days before a two day Christmas break, people can be seen pushing trolleys towards supermarket checkouts with maybe a dozen loaves of bread piled atop their festive shopping? Ever thought: they can't all be hoteliers, or guest house owners, or nursing home proprietors: so what the hell is the size of their family? Ever thought: I wonder how much of that load the avaricious bastards will have to throw away?
The moment there came warning of another lockdown they were at it again: only now they were heading towards the checkouts with trolleys laden with enough food and toilet rolls to last right through this year and next.
So much for “We're all in it together.”
We're not. In every group of people there's at least one pain in the arse.
America has just got rid of its most obvious one.
TRUMP IS OUT.
I didn't think they'd get rid of him. Every trigger happy bullshitter in the USA was rooting for him and there are a lot of them.
I guess it was just a case of enough is enough. Replacing a politician with a reality show spin merchant may have seemed like a good idea at the time, but the reality soon palls.
In this country we once replaced a royal with a commoner and look where that got us. Charles the First was (like most royals) a waste of space, but Cromwell, an empowered 'man of the people' who replaced him, was a petty dictator.
Best leave palaces to royalty and politics to politicians, no matter your thoughts on those fitting either description.
If it was left to me I'd pull down all the palaces, replace them with affordable housing, and pension off the royals. By the same token, I'd only give politicians ten years in which to do their worst. I'd then present them with a good pension and tell them to piss off.
Anyway, just over half the USA has voted Trump out, so now they'll have much the same atmosphere in their country that we've had in ours since Brexit. Difference is, theirs will be with guns. Good luck with that.
Trump now seems hellbent on earning himself the title “sore loser of all time.” What a dickhead.
AS FOR US.
Maybe we'll even come to realise how tenuous the 'special relationship' we are purported to have with America really is. President-elect Joe Biden Jr. (77), who likes to describe himself as Irish, will have no more time for England than does any of the Welsh, Scottish, or Irish nationalists around us in the British Isles. I think only a handful of Americans are aware the UK exists and those that do see it merely as a quirky provider of visiting entertainment to the USA (e.g. Billy Connolly, Bradley and Barney Walsh, Miriam Margolyes), as a repertory company of television actors prepared to play baddies with an English accent, or as a handy area in Europe wherein to site the nuclear weapons an unfriendly power might attack as a conflict opener.
Let's face it, we're on our own.
And that, with the boy Boris and his bumbling bunch in charge, ain't particularly reassuring.
LAST BUT NOT LEAST.
Old friend Anonymous John has discontinued using his computer. Healthwise he has had a very hard time for a very long time. Our hopes for his complete recovery are constant. He and Sheila have now gifted me his fine Canon PIXMA printer. Mine did need updating.
So thank you, John, I shall try to put it to good use.
You may not be surprised to learn that Roz had to install it for me. Sometimes I wonder how I ever learned to ride a bike.
It's too late for 'soon' but get well, old mate, get well.
You're a one-off and much missed.
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