Festive musing

Increasingly it seems this Covid-19 crisis become ever more bizarre, to the point where the general public is abandoning logic and reason, ignoring what the Government are saying (because, clearly as confused as we are, they’ve begun changing their rules and guidelines virtually on a daily basis), and now resorting to just doing what it feels comfortable with.

That’s the policy I’ve adopted anyway …

Having been confined to a Tier 4 state of complete lockdown by Boris’s announcement at 4.00pm on Saturday afternoon, I took the only option that any sane person would – i.e. grabbed an overnight bag of essentials, jumped into my car and sped off down to the south coast to a family outpost in a Tier 2 area of the country (before the new rules came in at midnight).

At least this way, I figured, I’d still be able to do my Christmas shopping which thus far I hadn’t begun.

Furthermore – at whatever point I then made the journey back to my home base, if stopped in transit by the Gestapo – my defence would be that (at the point the new restrictions came into force) I had been in a Tier 2 area … and was now simply returning home to my Tier 4 cell for the incarceration period.

As I saw this would be an instance of “no case to answer” and/or the police simply ignoring me and/or (at worst) giving me no more than a pat on the head and a cheery “Don’t do it again” warning.

They’ve got a thousand more pressing matters to deal with right now …

Overnight, it seems, the rest of world has effectively cut us off from all travel and movement of supplies in or out for fear of being infected by first (and free to the customer) post-Brexit export, viz. the new “virus variant” that our esteemed medics/scientists have discovered.

It was difficult to avoid the thought – as I cracked and peeled open my boiled egg (with attendant toasted ‘soldiers’) at the breakfast table this morning – that one couldn’t possibly make all this up.