Oh what a mess the country is in. Now we have 3 tiers of restrictions that depend on the level of virus cases in your area you could be in. Our cluster could not be more fucked.
Everyone is anti any more restrictions anyway as everyone is so fed up of not knowing what’s going on one day to the next. Test and trace is working intermittently but no where near what’s needed. Some people in Birmingham were given self-test kits that had already been used, no I’m not making that up! 🙄 Yet another member of parliament, some complete knobhead Scottish bint, took a 3 hr train journey knowing she was Covid positive, met loads of other M.P’s in parliament, and then did the return journey. She can’t be fired, and she won’t resign. It feels like we are in a never ending washing machine cycle of crass stupidity and doom, with not much hope of anyone opening the door and letting us out. Most people are trying hard with the mask wearing in shops etc, but I went to put petrol in the car today and the lady behind the counter told me she is really fed up with younger blokes not wearing face coverings. She told me she’s not supposed to say anything, but she tells them off anyway as she can’t help it, bless her. I’ve noticed that myself in our local corner shop, white-van men and the like being much too macho to wear a mask, fuckwits. Sorry, this is turning into a bit of a sweary post.
Unemployment is sky~ rocketing, and the government says people have to retrain to get other jobs, but how can there be ‘other jobs’ when the businesses are beginning to fail and close down? Food banks are already overwhelmed, and it’s a stain on our nation that they were ever needed in the first place. So much hardship for people and it’s just going to get worse when Brexit hits. Next year is not looking any better than 2020 for a lot of people.
Phil and I are still working of course, and Phil’s hospital is rapidly filling up with Covid cases, he doesn’t think it will be long before all normal surgery and admissions will be put aside yet again and people with other health problems put on the backburner, yet again.
Also, just to make things even more miserable the weather refuses to stop fekkin’ raining.
So as you might just be able to tell, I’m having a moment of fedupness.
Sophie and I managed a meet up by the seafront in Sunderland on Sunday. Masks on and social distancing, we walked along the promenade taking photo’s, had a picnic lunch by the sea, and had a wander around Roker park. It was lovely to be out with my pal again for a couple of hours, even if it was freezing cold, but so different to how we used to do it, and it really brought home how I so miss our proper outings. I just made myself cry writing that, which isn’t like me, I’ve been so stoic and cheery, trying to make the best of it, as if there could be a best of this crappy world.
But, I’m well, I’m alive, I have my lovely Phil, a nice home, a job, and am in a better situation than a lot of people, so I now feel guilty for being a grumpy old lady. 🙄
I found this poem the other day, I’m not really into poetry, but I like this so much.
Come stand over here,
just a step or two beyond the place you have occupied for so long,
where you have worn the earth smooth with your pacing,
where you have spent so many hours fighting the problem you cannot seem to solve.
Take a break.
Catch your breath.
Come stand here, where you can catch a freshening breeze and
see far into the valley below.
Let the distant clouds carry your worry for a while,
see how the sun empties the world of shadow.
The answer you seek may be just a step beyond,
a higher place where the view is clear of all obstructions.