So – that’s fine then. Our Prime Minister has spoken and now we just need to…well I’ll be honest, I have no idea. To be fair, I’m not sure what he was supposed to say. The fact is that the only reason that infection levels have dropped is because we are all holding each other at arm’s length. If we all come skipping out hand in hand (as a few did on V.E. Day apparently) things will soon be exactly as they were in April surely?
Still, there was a lack of detail and, for me, the biggest gap was any give on family. Can you visit and have a socially distanced cup of tea? Who knows? I have no answers either. Aged Parent is working on the premise that the lockdown is permanent I think and she seems to be fine with it. The thing that annoyed her most is that the manager at the sheltered housing has put a notice on her door saying “Do Not Enter!” It has not occurred to AP that this is a safety measure for her own good.
“The trouble with her is that she doesn’t want to know us. Fancy putting a notice like that on your door. Too good for us is she?”
I’ll be honest. I didn’t contradict her. Sometimes it’s all quite tiring.
This weekend was going to be our son and his girlfriend’s wedding. It was disappointing obviously but, in the end, they weren’t too bad. I think strong drink may have been taken. It made HOH and me think about some of the things we had begun to plan that has all gone South now
- Weekend in Amsterdam
- Weekend in Paris with FOW2
- Weekend in Rome (Possibly pushed to December but who knows.)
- FOW2’s trip to Canada to see chum
- FOW1 and Enamorata’s trip to Vegas
And that’s just us. I’m sure lots of people have much more than us going on. We went to church this morning ( i.e. our setee and YouTube) and the speaker was talking about James Chapter 4
Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” 14 Why you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.
Well, we are all walking, talking personification of this now. It would never have occurred to me that planning to go here or there would be such a big deal. If this wasn’t all so horrible, you might say this was a long-overdue wake-up call. Life is fragile. We say it a lot but we don’t really believe it – until we find a worrying lump or have a bump in the car that could have been so much worse. (Or the world is hit by a GINORMOUS VIRRULANT PANDEMIC THAT COULD KILL MILLIONS!)
We talked this morning about a lost year and the plans we may never fulfil. Then we were chatting about Syria (as you do) and saying that this insecurity about tomorrow is something that your average man on the street there has lived with for a long time (combined of course with the ravaged health service and hiding under the bed with your babies to hopefully escape the worst of the bombing).
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with making plans, looking forward to things and having ambition. But I am learning that I don’t have a right to anything. My life is not on a plate served up for me to take whatever I feel entitled to. (HUGE CLICHE ALERT) It is, however, a gift that I have done nothing to deserve. In my better moments, it makes me go all Michelle Obama and ask myself what I am going to do with it all – if I get the chance.