- Wed May 20, 2020 8:32 pm
Today marks the 63rd day since I started working from home. Nine weeks.
In that nine weeks the only people I've had face to face conversations with who didn't live under the same roof were normally driving a green van with "Asda" written on the side. And although I'd give my right arm to go and see people, I know I can't. And I won't yet, to protect them and myself.
I'm lucky. I've worked throughout this time, my employer, to their credit, has been pretty much faultless in how they've dealt with the situation. I live in a secure house. I'm not at risk, I have regular food deliveries, a mountain of books to read, and several streaming services.
But I'm conscious of the four people I know working on the front line, and putting themselves at risk on a daily basis.
So you must excuse me if I start grinding my teeth when I see those pictures of Scarborough, Southend, Bournemouth, and probably several others. When I saw the interview with a woman saying "I think it's disgusting that all these people are on the beach" whilst sitting on said beach herself with three generations of her family (I suppose they could all live together of course...) I felt like giving up.
At the end of the day, it's all very well saying use your common sense, but we haven't got any! We're thick as mince in this country. Dumb as a box of dirt.
I can see a second wave coming a damn sight sooner than they think. I hope I'm wrong. In the meantime, I'm not going anywhere.
All good things come to those who wait.
Look after yourselves.
"He's the leader of the gang. He's the top, he's the tip, he's the championship. He's Top Cat. And he's scum!"