LIFE IN THE TIME OF CORONAVIRUS PART NINE

20 May 2020 0848hrs BST

 

Seriously??!!

Some ‘leading scientist’ (oh alright, I know who they are but I don’t feel like naming and shaming) are pushing a ‘rollover’ schedule of 50 on (meaning life as we used to know it) and 30 days in lockdown. Cambridge brainiacs are pushing an 80 on – 80 off schedule.

Because, you know, money really does grow on trees. 

Meanwhile up here in Scotland where lockdown hasn’t been eased one bit while Nicola Sturgeon ekes out every last second of her control-freak power trip, even the most law-abiding is sneaking out at night (I hear them from my porch late at night), they’re so fed up with this bloody damn useless ‘lockdown’. 

Every Thursday night we come out of our homes and clap (and bang wooden spoons on pots) to show our appreciation for essential workers. The Thursday night clap started as a way of saying thank-you to the NHS and has grown to include coppers, paramedics, binmen, couriers and posties (the real heroes of the lockdown if you ask me). And every Thursday night those residents lucky enough to live in neighbourhoods with a secluded aspect and more tolerant curtain twitchers, are gathering in slightly increasing numbers to clap – and then BBQ or share a doorstep picnic. 

More on Nicola Sturgeon – OH EFFing LORD this bitch has GOT TO GO! She refuses to let us get back to normal, and in her mind why should she when she knows the English taxpayers will have to foot the bill for her continuing this nightmare of ‘Police Scotland will enforce these rules’ she’s subjecting us to. 

Because, you know, we’re all effing ejits too stupid to come in out of the rain so she has to make sure we’re protected from ourselves…but every day flights into the three international airports here in Scotland continue with no quarantine or even the slightest restrictions on incomers. 

Same in the other three nations making up the UK, btw – every time someone sensible says ‘FFS, force quarantine on incomers or close the bloody entry ports!’ the muslins moan it’s muslinophobia, the airline companies scream they’re already in serious financial trouble (and definitely have their hands out hoping for Government handouts), the NHS swears they can’t do without their foreign ‘trained’ staffers, and the farmers who are making it nearly impossible for Britons to help bring in the harvests whinge they need the Bulgarians and Romanians to pick the harvests.

  

And yesterday – much, much closer to home, Paul nipped down the shop for BBQ sauce and found a masked middle-aged Chinese couple wandering around town taking in the sights. Clearly tourists, not residents – what the hell??!! I can’t go to the seaside to sit socially distanced in the car and watch the sea through the windscreen but Chinese (CHINESE, FFS!) tourists can come marvel at the sights of our wee town (without giving too much away, we live in a town famous for a certain author with several themed ‘attractions’ to honour the man and lure in tourists). 

And every effing day that ghastly Nicola Sturgeon gets on the telly trying to one-up the PM and what she’s taken to calling ‘the English Government’ by reminding us she’s the law in Scotland and we’d bloody well better remember that.

Meanwhile the lockdown is definitely wearing on Paul and me. We’re hermits at the best of times but being forced by threat of gaol and fines to be forbidden to take a drive, forbidden to meet with friends and neighbours, forbidden…AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH is taking its toll on us. We’re irritable with each other and the cat, we’re both spending far too much time on the Internet looking at cat videos, and I honestly cannot remember the last time I dressed in real clothes – I’m no longer browsing street clothes online, I’m looking at ‘loungewear’ (aka pajamas).

It’s insanity and now some ‘expert’ wants to tell the Government we should be on some sort of rolling schedule?

FO!