I am an organised sort of fellow who prides himself on his punctuality.
For me punctuality is achieved by discipline and calculation. I work out when I need to leave my home, the journey time and the scheduling of any tasks en route.
In the “new normal” it’s impossible to gauge these accurately. Shops are understaffed, queuing much longer, payment takes more time.
Somehow, however, I still manage to arrive either early or on time. I consider unpunctual people selfish because they regard their time as more important than anyone else’s.
Like many I carried hopes in lockdown that by now everything will be back to normal.
I understand that Boris Johnson and Dominic Cummings have to balance in fighting Covid-19 the nation’s health and the economic consequences but I’m not alone in saying they are not making a good job of it.
Messages are confused, policy is invented on the hoof often with a contrived photo shoot of Boris Johnson or Rishi Sunak.
Few really understand what they can or cannot do and interpret the protocol as they see fit.
My friend Grania, who does such sterling work in a Malta hospital as a volunteer that she was awarded a medal, visited this week and was appalled by the absence of a perspex sheet in the taxis between driver and passenger, the number of people not wearing masks and the lack of respect for social distancing.
The media passes off supposedly informed views from “the Science” as hard fact. How many headlines have you read that are based upon supposition from a scientist – possibly seeking self-publicity – that the virus will return with a vengeance.
Oddly enough, I preferred lockdown as you knew where you stood.
I have not seen my p/a Polly since March as, even when permitted, it’s simply impossible to find a window. My family are due down this Sunday but I had to limit them to 5 to comply with the regulations.
I love eating out at restaurants but find it simpler to have first class French brasserie food delivered by Cote at home.
Every week a pasta company delivers fresh pasta and sauce. I can drink fine wine at a third of the cost of a restaurant
I try and avoid the news but I tuned on perchance yesterday to a fascinating Radio 4 programme by James Burke called Web of Knowledge in which he traces one event years ago, like a philosophical treatise by Hegel to the Brooklyn Suspension Bridge through nine stages of contact.
Perhaps the new normal will become the normal.
Perhaps we may never travel in comfort again. Or perhaps in two years’ time it will all be over and we will say “How did we all get through that?”
It all adds to my confusion. I don’t like it.