Just as I was about to scoff brekkie I saw that the new
series of Schitts Creek was available on Netflix. It was rather good. Better
than what I’d watched yesterday.
I then sparked up my lap-top and waited an age whilst the
thing did its updates. Eventually I was able to get on-line. I had been
expecting a load of abuse about having reactivated over fifty geocaches
yesterday, but no one had commented (for which I was grateful). If
people want to go hunting them, unless I completely scrap the things I can’t
stop them, and there’s no point trying to stop anything which I can’t actually
stop so I might as well allow it. Mind you I have noticed that those who were
the most vocal about staying at home and not leaving the house at the start of
lock-down are now those who are quite publicly out and about.
I had an email from the Environment Agency – fishing is now
allowed again. Having stopped it was frankly ridiculous; if there was anywhere
that you could isolate yourself it was when fishing. Though reading what some
of the local fisheries managers are posting they are going to make it as
difficult as possible for people to actually go fishing. I realise that not
everyone understands the intricacies of how a virus works and moves and lives
and does its thing. I realise that not everyone has studied human physiology
and medicine to a post-graduate level. But it would seem that (having been
told to stay alert) most people are treating the virus as though it were a
tiger.
I set off to work on a rather bright (if
cold) morning. As I drove the pundits on the radio were talking about how
parliament is trying to function with most MPs logging in remotely. You would
think that what with MPs having responsibilities both in their constituencies
and in London, video conferencing would be something they had been doing for
years, wouldn't you?
Apparently some of them are OK with the
technology, but quite a few simply can't work the video calling. And so are so
thick that they have actually clicked the wrong button(s) when casting
their votes on-line (and then bleated about how hard it is to the Speaker of
the House afterwards).
This winds me up.
This is the twenty-first century. I can
do Zoom conferencing. Six-year-olds can do Zoom conferencing. The inability to
use I.T. is akin to being unable to read and write. And these are the leaders
of our country.
There was also talk of the oncoming
recession. It would seem that our country is on course for the worst economic
recession in history. It has been suggested that all public sector workers get
a pay freeze (or even a pay cut). That's a good idea... when I need to pay any
bills I shall just drag a few neighbours down to the bank and they can clap
into my account.
Despite the roads getting progressively more and more busy
I made good time to work. Pausing only briefly to deploy a Munzee I was soon in
and doing my thing.
An early start made for an early finish. I came home, and
spent a little while working on my Kent geocaching archive. I got a first draft together. Very much a work in
progress and it has still got a lot of work needing doing, but it’s a start.
I then tuned in to the virtual geo-meet that took place
this evening. After all the aggro of the last few days it was good to catch up
with friends. And then after a spot of dinner we video-whatsapped with Karl and
Tracey.
I don’t think I’ve ever done quite so much keeping in touch
since this lock-down kicked off…
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