When You Look Like Humpty Dumpty

I'm a Baby Boomer, it's Lockdown, and I woke up yesterday with Mumps-like symptoms.  It's unlikely because I've had Mumps. I was about eight-years-old and, surprisingly, I remember my Rubulavirus encounter quite well.  Wandering around in my dressing gown looking like Humpty Dumpty, when I was supposed to be in bed, for what felt like the... Continue Reading →

Bad Dream

One month after the British Government made the extraordinary decision to let the Cheltenham Festival go ahead, we have been fed the daily bullshit about Coronavirus affecting the older generation and those with pre-existing conditions (a category always vulnerable to infection). The latest reported COVID-19 death is a 13-year-old -schoolboy, who died alone, without his family at his bedside. When the COVID-19 dust settles, and an investigation is held into why measures were not put into place sooner to protect the UK before the acute phase of the pandemic hit, will heads roll?

Mental Preparation

I woke up sneezing this morning and wondered if the bastard-bug had got to me.  However, after two cups of coffee and two pieces of toast later, I am glad to report that the sneezing fit was probably something to do with a stray speck of dust.  Being vigilant is a good thing, but I need to get a grip on automatically assuming that one sneeze means I need to self-isolate.

It’s Bloody Brexit Day

It's hard to keep the comedic banter going, now that the Coronavirus has been declared a World Health Emergency. The enormity of its threat to our very existence has rather paled Brexit Day into submission. Not that this day is anything to celebrate, its more like a wake. It's a day I hoped would never come, along with half the British population.

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