I was sleeping like a log when "er
indoors TM" and the wolf-pack all came to bed at half past
two (or half past three bearing in mind the clocks went forward). All
hell then seemingly broke loose, and mayhem continued right up until five
minutes before I had to get up.
Over brekkie I watched an episode of
"The Good Place" as I scoffed muesli. The milk might have been
past its best, but in this new world order of coronageddon, manky milk is
better than no milk, so I made the most of it.
I didn't bother looking at the Internet
this morning as I was on a mission; I set off for work.
It was rather cold as I searched for my
car. I eventually found it, and as I drove up the motorway the pundits on the
radio were talking about religious stuff as they do most Sunday mornings. And (as
always) there is an incredibly fine line between "religion"
and "stark-staring-nonsense". There was an idiot being
interviewed who wasn't at all happy about the advice that churches should not
open because of the possibility of spreading the virus. This idiot claimed that
the virus had been made by Satan with the express intention of having churches
close. He was also adamant that God wouldn't allow any transmission of
infection to take place in a church.
I would have thought that if God could
have prevented the transmission of the virus then he, she or it might have
stepped in a little while ago, but what do I know?
There were then some interviews with
people who run crematoriums (crematoria?). It would seem there are no
national guidelines for funeral services. Some crematoriums are carrying on as
usual. Some are restricting attendances to randomly selected figures between
six and twenty-five depending on what the individual crematorium manager
decides. And some have closed to the public altogether.
The ones that have closed have come up
with an interesting suggestion. They are carrying on cremating the dead. They
will present the family of the deceased with the ashes, and a service can be
carried on at a later date. It's been suggested that this service doesn't need
to be in a crematorium or church. It seems that this idea might catch on, and
traditional funeral services might become a thing of the past.
I like the sound of this.
I've got this idea of having my ashes
scattered in the depths of Kings Wood, if only to have those few who will cry
at my departing trek some miles into the woods to do their blubbing.
I'd left home early and not looked at
the Internet this morning so that I would have time to get some shopping, but
Aldi was closed. The nice man at the shop said that they were opening at half
past nine for NHS workers. I explained that I was an NHS worker and that at
half past nine I would be well into my shift. He said that despite all the current
crisis the laws governing shop opening hours hadn't changed.
Oh well... they can close the nation on
the Prime Minister's say so, but they can't open a supermarket an hour
earlier...
Finding myself with some spare time I
went into work and had a cooked breakfast. As always I ended up wishing that I
hadn't. Their dinners are excellent; brekkie not so.
I got on with my work. Often when
working at the weekends I sulk because of what I might be missing. Ironically
today much of the country (if not the world) would envy me because I was
legitimately allowed to leave the house. Mind you it was raining hard for much
of the morning, with the rain periodically giving way to hail. I hear there was
sleet and snow back home.
With work done I came home via the branch of M&S at
work. I was hoping to get all sorts of shopping bits and bobs, but the shop was
more geared up for the lunch market. But they did have some lemon Danish
pastries which we had with a cuppa. It was a shame that we made the cuppas with
the last of the milk which was definitely past its best.
We took the dogs round the park. There weren’t many people
out, and those we met (unlike Friday) were doing social distancing. It
was odd; a month ago you’d pass someone on the pavement without a word. Now you
all make a point of keeping apart and smile at each other and shout polite
pleasantries and apologise for the social distancing.
With walk walked I spent ten minutes re-designing the Lego
statue I made yesterday. It’s now vaguely along the lines of the statue of Bill
and Ted in San Dimas. Ideally it would be in grey, but they don’t do maxifigure
arms in grey. I then had the (frankly genius) idea of re-doing it in
blue. I need to do something about the yellow maxifigure heads… I need to get
some blue paint or blue indelible marker.
Karl then video-whatsapp-ed and we had a little video chat.
We filmed dogs eating turnips, and Treacle seemed intrigued with the video. I
need to work out how to cast it to the telly.
Wonder what’s for dinner?
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