Welcome to Week Ten of Coronapocolypse where, politically things really hit the fan. Turns out that whilst we were all huddled up staying at home, saving the NHS and saving lives, the feckers who run the country were just gallavanting around the country ignoring the rules. Which only apply to the rest of us apparently. Unsurprisingly, the country is livid. No sign that Europe is going to come save us.
Congratulations to everyone who has made it thus far, through to week 9 of the British Hunger Games. We can go out now… more than once. Not just for exercise, we can sit down now too. You do need to keep up the social distancing though. Although, anyone in Norwich at the moment will know that it’s better to just stay indoors still, because those that are out and about no longer seem to give a **** and are sharing their Covids all over the show. Will week 10 be ‘Return of the Covid’? Stay tuned….
Not sure what is going on with Coronapocolypse now. We can go out and see people, but only one person, and only if we know them and stand two meters apart. If we don’t work at home, we should go to work, and see lots of people we don’t know, and we won’t be two meters apart.
On my blog, I start each new Coronapocolypse week with ‘Still Alive’. I’m glad I still am, because it would be really embarressing otherwise. No one knows my login details so I would remain ‘Still Alive’ until my webhosting ran out and the plug was pulled on my virtual world of waffle.
There is so much quality theatre available online for free right now that I am struggling to keep up. Birds are singing in the streets, which are quiet and relatively car-free and the air is cleaner, which is glorious. I have lots of writing plans this week. The Celeraic seeds have just sprouted and I am really beginning to wish that we will not have to go back to ‘normal’.