Over brekkie I watched the first episode of the second
season of “After Life”. Starring Ricky
Gervais I thought it was rather good. I suppose it depends on where you stand
on Ricky Gervais. I quite like the chap, but I know there are those who don’t.
I had a little look into the depths of the Internet; very
little had happened overnight, but I finally heard back from the neighbourhood
watch people. They sent me a letter touting for trade back in January but I had
no reply from the email address or from the phone number they gave. Yesterday I
saw someone was talking about it on the local Facebook group. I asked for
details, and my inbox has a few messages about what they are up do.
I *think* Neighbourhood Watch is going to be
something of a disappointment. I had visions of being part of a vigilante mob
guarding the streets form the forces of lawlessness and evil. But I think the
reality is that I get to act as a collection point for all the local whingers,
and forward their gripes to a disinterested community-support police assistant.
I shall give it a go before dismissing the thing completely
out of hand.
As I drove to Pembury on a rather foggy
morning the pundits on the radio were talking about how there have been loads
of reports of people being poisoned by bleach and disinfectants all over
America over the weekend. Last week President Trump mentioned the possibility
of using bleaches and disinfectants as a medicine against the COVID-19 virus,
and many people took him at his word. Anyone with any sense can tell that the
bloke is an idiot, but there are lots with even less sense than him. Which is
rather worrying.
There was also talk about easing the
lock-down in the UK... or if not easing it, at least making sense of it. For
example florists cannot operate from an open market stall in the high street,
but can do from inside a supermarket.
People with no gardens are prosecuted for sunbathing on their own in
public parks but can work in factories where people are crowded in like
sardines.
What's that all about?
I must admit to rolling my eyes as I
came through the "-dens" and the "-hursts".
Where only a few short months ago there was a *huge* "Vote
Conservative" placard, today (in exactly the same place) there
is an equally enormous "We Love the NHS" poster. Am I the only
one who sees a contradiction here? There are those who would question me "bringing
politics into everything" - to those people I would suggest they find
out what politics is all about.
I stopped off at Tesco to get some
supplies. Plant food, washing gel,
dishwasher tablets... As I shopped I very nearly pointed and shouted at the
silly old bat who was wearing tatty latex gloves and picking up and putting
down pretty much every item in the shop.
Most of the checkout staff also had
tatty well-worn latex gloves. except one who was wearing woolly ones. I didn't
quite point and laugh, but I came close.
I went on to work; I did my bit. At tea
break I had an Easter Egg. Over the weekend the Nestle corporation had
delivered loads of Easter Eggs to the hospital which was kind of them... Part
of me cynically wonders if this was some sort of tax loss operation.
We also had home-made cake from a
well-wisher who realised both just how important blood-testing is to healthcare
and how much blood testers like cake.
I also had an email claiming to be from
DWS investments who had "a genuine investment offer for Health Workers
and Individuals". They were "offering genuine Investment
opportunity to individuals to invest as low as £250 and get a minimum 10-fold
profit interest value of £2,500 within 3 working days." If any of my
loyal reader know of anyone who is so thick as to be taken in by this scam,
please send me their two hundred and fifty quid and I'll invest it for them.
As we worked a colleague told us all of the
fun she'd had last week home-schooling her locked-down children. The school had
instructed her to educate her children in the intricacies of subordinate
clauses. Much like my colleague did, I looked it up on Google. A subordinate
clause is one which, typically introduced by a conjunction, forms part of and
is dependent on a main clause.
One lives and learns...
I must admit I can't work out how I've
managed the last fifty years without knowing what a subordinate clause is…
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