I heard Fudge jump off the bed in the small
hours. When I came downstairs at five o’clock he was running in circles by the
back door. I let him out and he shot off like a bullet. Had he been desperate
for the loo all that time?
I had a bowl of granola and watched an episode of “Uncle”.
I could have watched the latest episode of “Star Trek: Picard”, but (to
be honest) I couldn’t be bothered. When the show started I watched it as
soon as I could over brekkie, and again a day or so later with "er
indoors TM". Now that it hasn’t lived up to expectations I
watch it when I remember. In many ways the show has become like “Doctor Who”;
I watch it out of a sense of duty rather than because I enjoy it. Which is a
shame.
And with telly watched I sparked up the lap-top
to peer into the Internet. Pretty much nothing had happened overnight which was
probably for the best.
I fussed Fudge, then
set off to find my car on a cold morning. It seems the further from home that I
park my car the day before, the colder the next morning is going to be.
As I drove to work the
pundits on the radio were again worrying everyone with the ongoing coronageddon
panic. Today the nations’ schools have all closed to all but the children of
"key workers". "Key workers" are those who
are involved in keeping the nation going, and the definition of "key
worker" is rather broad. I'm a "key worker"... I'm
not sure if that's a good thing.
There was then a
telephone interview with a doctor who was stranded in Peru having gone there on
a holiday and found himself unable to leave when the Peruvians closed their
borders. It was rather amazing how they
managed to drag "I'm a doctor and I'm stranded in Peru" over
such a long period of time which could well have been more constructively used.
There was also talk
about how retired medical professionals have been approached to come out of
retirement for this period of national panic. This clearly hasn't been thought
through. The current advice is that the older members of the population should
self-isolate to avoid the virus, and here's the government asking thousands of
over-seventies to go get involved with the infected. Go figure...
I got to work and once
I'd been for a little Munzee adventure I did my bit. As I do. As I did I spent
much of the day whistling "Zippity-Doo-Dah"; having read at
tea break that the Disney corporation is withdrawing the 1946 film "Song of
the South" in an attempt to retrospectively censor history.
I came home via Aldi where there wasn’t much
left to be bought, and that which was left was being severely rationed; a
maximum of four of any given item per customer.
Once home "er indoors TM"
boiled up pizza and chips which we scoffed whilst watching yesterday’s episode
of “Star Trek: Picard” … as I mentioned earlier it wasn’t that good…
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