The Coronavirus Diaries, 30th May 2020

It was a wonderful evening; great company, great food, more alcohol than was good for me. A late night, a very late night in fact as I was preparing for bed and MasterB asked to go out. The positive from that was that I drank lots of water which staved off what would have doubtless been a headache in the morning. But I woke with a very blocked nose, and continued blowing it for some time. I think the blocked nose is also due to alcohol, and it is a good deterrent. MasterB is outside now, but as both Hartley and Romeo are also in the garden he is not exactly strolling his demesne. I think he’s lurking in a flowerbed waiting for them to move on so he can enjoy himself.

I have had a fairly lazy day. Late nights mean late mornings, but I still didn’t get my full quota of sleep. I did a little shopping, including buying the paper and some milk for last night’s hosts, B&J, and biscuits for Celia. She didn’t specify what kind of biscuits, other than saying (by text) she did not want chocolate ones. That still left a fairly wide choice, and faced with that choice in M&S I called. Just as well I did, because otherwise I should probably have bought the pistachio and almond ones, forgetting Charlie’s aversion to almonds.

Naturally some of last night’s chat was about Cummings. I mentioned the interview I had seen with his father-in-law. If you missed it, click here, but I do advise you to take care of your jaw or you may find it crashing painfully to the floor. It is scarcely credible that someone could hold these views, but it seems his father had an equally abhorrent attitude to those outside his circle. Continue reading

The Coronavirus Diaries, 29th May 2020

It’s my cousin Russell’s birthday today. I hope he’s having a good one. We are planning to meet up, walk and enjoy a pub lunch when that becomes an option. Perhaps it’s appropriate that I should have a highly sociable socially-distanced evening ahead of me. First there’s the non-alcoholic drinks and nibbles with Michèle, then back home to use the loo, been MasterB and get ready for a socially distanced, Zoom enabled dinner with two lots of neighbours, B&J, and H,J&I. B&J are the hosts, they have invited the rest of us to say thank-you for our shopping trips. It’s a lovely idea, and it’ll be even lovelier when I can ask them to come here for some non-socially-distanced drinks.

I seem to have on the go a lot today, but I can’t say I have achieved a great deal. My efforts at recording my podcast have failed for a variety of reasons – the ‘phone ringing mid recording, Podbean freezing when i tried to upload and then my achieved recording vanishing, my tongue tying itself in knots, and that old mistake of forgetting to cancel the pause button. Maybe tomorrow. I was out in my car briefly and noticed much more traffic.

I see we are allowed to meet in groups of six from Monday, so presumably we can have conversations with more of our friends about the Cummings fiasco. Perhaps we’ll even be singing this song which I found last night on Twitter. I see it has it’s own GoFundMe page. I think I’ll have to fork out a few quid. Continue reading

The Coronavirus Diaries, 27th May 2020

Well I did read the papers, and I can’t say I am reassured. If Cummings is the best advisor Johnson has, I’d hate to think of the damage the worst could inflict on us. Anyway I came across this thread on Titter and it is a wonderfully clear and concise breakdown of recent events. Do click and read it here. Clear and concise not being adjectives one can apply to Cummings, Johnson or just about any minister I have heard recently. Usually the words “we have been quite clear about this..” mean they have obfuscated and are continuing to obfuscate to a dizzying degree.

Thank heaven for cats say I. Continue reading