Part 103 – Ship Of Fools

“(They) broke the law and took us all for mugs. If they had any decency they would be gone by tonight” (Lobby Akinnola)

April Fools

Haiga – Threshold

The world ran by a bunch of fools, we didn’t mark the 1st of the month with April Fools jokes.  The grocery bill was mercifully not too hefty but the bags were.  I cursed not asking for Phil’s help lugging them home.  Motivated by persons unknown sweeping the steps at the side of the house, I cleared the gutter Saturday, failing to unblock the end.  Cloudy all weekend, at least it didn’t rain during the free Crossings walk and workshop Sunday.  In the art shed carpark, The Leader made introductions and dished out notebooks.  We set off on familiar paths, noting a profusion of daffodils absent from the riverside 2 weeks ago, along with wood anemones.  Returning on the lesser-travelled Crows path, a walker’s action volunteer related its rescue from developers by residents 12 years ago.  Back at base, we got free tea and cake.  Amazed such project funding still existed, Phil ate 3 pieces.  The workshop proved inspiring although I remained sceptical about the over-use of descriptions.  Featuring heavily in creative writing these days, I suspected it featured in university courses.  Later, I selected photos for the project showcase including a haiga.i

The covid rate at 1:13, Prof Naismith said we were all likely to have BA.2 by summer.  Easter hols starting for some, chaos ensued at ferry terminals and airports.  Officially blamed on absence and covid checks, the shortages were also due to furloughed staff leaving.  Security checks on 220 new recruits awaited, passengers missed flights at Manchester airport and boss Karen Not-So-Smart resigned.  45 buses and 2 Red Cross trucks headed to besieged Mariupol.  Evacuation underway at last, a photo-journalist got shot.  The Pope criticised ‘dictatorial leaders’ and said the world couldn’t ignore the migrant crisis.  As the Oscars academy continued with disciplinary procedures, Will Smith resigned.

Barely able to move Monday morning, after 10 minutes stretching, I got back in bed.  Phil looked offended when I didn’t laugh at his larks but I felt too awful.  I made a big effort to fetch coffee and the laptop.  Going up and downstairs exhausting, pains shot through my head and I became tearful.  Covid infections still rising, the list of symptoms now included fatigue, exhaustion, aching, headaches, sore throats, shortness of breath, blocked or runny nose, loss of appetite, diarrhoea and nausea.  So all of them!  Wondering if I had it, Phil reckoned they were symptoms of living in England.  In fact, additions were to stop people going to work with flu.  Feeling overwhelmed by a ‘to do’ list, I posted the haiga, dispatched photos for the showcase, and worked on blogs.  Except mealtimes, I stayed abed for 3 dull days.

5-11 year olds were offered low dose jabs.  Oil terminal blockades by Just Stop Oil and XR into a third day, 100 protestors were arrested in Kingsbury.  Lucy Powell called the privatisation of Channel 4 ‘cultural vandalism’.  Tracy Brabin feared for Leeds jobs and ‘We Own It’ told Dreadful Doris to keep her hands off.

Less head pain and a bit cheerier Tuesday, I posted an entry on Cool Placesii , stopping writing when head fug set in.  Phil went to the co-op.  Another power cut meant no fresh milk or veg.

The covid Situation in Shanghai ‘extremely grim’, citizens suffered lockdowns and online food shortages.  After visiting Bucha, Vlod addressed the UN security council, saying the worst war crimes since WW2 merited Nuremberg-style trials.  Russian rep Vasily Nebenzya dismissed footage as fake and pro-Putin broadcaster Vlad Solovyov said they chose the name because it sounded like butcher.  Red paint was poured in the propagandist’s Italian villa pools.  Back after a glitch, Jeremy Vine appeared with hand-written signs. As Cuadrilla were given another year to explore fracking in Lancashire, Mike Gammon claimed reports of tremors were Russian propaganda.  Err, no, it’s you believing in conspiracy nonsense!

Eking the last of the fresh milk, Phil made porridge on Wednesday and went to the other shop.  Working on ‘Home from Home’ (see Cool Places 2iii) took most of my day.  After ineffectual quiet time, I went to the kitchen and panicked when I saw no milk, then spotted it in a bag.  Prepping dinner together a bit fraught, I left him to it and dossed on the sofa.  As he sent off photos for the showcase, he asked me to check details but I said it was far too late to think and went back to bed.

While Boris defended the National Insurance rise to fund the NHS and Goblin Saj pressed patients to return, 6 Yorkshire hospitals warned them to stay away from A&E, unless dying.  In the latest sanctions, the UK added 8 Russian oligarchs to the list, froze Sberbank and Credit Bank of Moscow’s assets, banned outward investment and iron and steel imports, and vowed to stop coal imports by the end of the year.  Sanctioning Russian PM Mikhail Mishustin and Putin’s 2 daughters Maryia Putina and Katerina Tikhonova, the US also cut off links with Sberbank as well as Alfa Bank.

Better but lacking energy Thursday, we were sat on the sofa when Phil noticed a reply from the Crossings workshop leader, even though he’d only sent his photos the night before.  I was incensed until I saw she’d e-mailed me too.  Supplies low, I headed to the market in the nithering wind.  What a load of rubbish!  No loo roll or fish, I got a few veg and went in the convenience store to find reduced chicken and bacon, so not a completely wasted trip.

The energy strategy mainly featured hydrogen, offshore wind and nuclear power.  Great British Nuclear had a target to fulfil 25% of demand by 2060, building a power station a year.  There was a £30m competition to make heat pumps, and a new round of licensing for north sea oil and gas from autumn, despite UN calls for rapid cuts in fossil fuel use.  Onshore wind unpopular, it was encouraged with discounts for affected communities.  Keir called it too little too late and: “a cobbled together list of things that should have been done over the last 10 to 12 years…(and) doesn’t even tackle important things like insulating homes…”  Kwarteng had already ordered a report into the science and impact of fracking, but said the pause in extraction would stay unless new evidence showed it was ‘safe, sustainable and of minimal disturbance…’  A 23-mile lorry queue at Dover caused chaos on roads surrounding the M20.  Suspended P&O crossings were blamed – nowt to do with Brexit!  UNHRC threw Russia out.  Ukrainian Foreign minister Dmytro Kuleba begged for weapons to save lives and prevent the war spilling over into other territories.  Beloved Mr Ben creator David McKee died.  My tiny kid-fish brain never clocked there were only 13 episodes!

No Joke

Haiga – The Artist

Friday, I worked on the journal and waited impatiently in the co-op for a man dithering and a cashier fiddling with buttons.  Coming to help, Phil had a cheeky search for long-gone chocolate slabs on the easter display.  Finding none, he said he’d have to go elsewhere but with 3 bars at home, I told him not to bother.  Rising from a siesta, a marked drop in temperature presaged a loud crack of thunder followed by large balls of ice – thunder hail!  It soon turned to rain.  Enjoyment of dinner was marred by Phil telling me Rishi Rich was technically a US resident until recently, thus not paying UK tax.  The scum held a Green Card until October 2021!  He demanded an enquiry into the source of the leak.  The opposition demanded ministers declared their residency status.  Meanwhile, Ms. Murthy said she “understood the British sense of fairness”, coughed up UK tax on her income but remained a non-dom.

Covid rates still high across the UK, they rose in the Yorkshire region to 1:12, but fell slightly in Scotland.  Thousands in hospital but not on ventilators, ONS said it was too soon to say infections were levelling off.  A Russian missile hit a train station in Kramatorsk, killing 50 trying to evacuate before a full-scale offensive.

Phil answered a door knock early Saturday to be handed an easter ‘goody bag’ from the local carers’ group.  Containing a fleece blanket, thermometer, first aid kit, jelly sweets, greetings card, fluffy chick and chocolate bar (making 4 in total), it resembled an elderly care package.  Phil joked about sticking the thermometer up his bum.  I cleaned the living room and he overhauled the kitchen lights, then rested in a bid to ease tummy ache.  His discomfort persisted into Sunday.  That didn’t stop him coming foraging in nearby woods.  At the wild garlic patch, two women approached from below.  Fearing competition, I pretended to take aim but they didn’t stop.  Celandine nestled among the extended crop, creating a salad of yellow and green.  After filling a bag, I picked up a couple of excellent twisty red branches, perfect for hanging decorative easter eggs.  Keeping to the lower meandering path, we magically saw a couple of deer chasing each other.  The Victorian stairways carpeted with crunchy leaves inspired the week’s haiga (for a fuller description, see Cool Places).

P&O said there’d be no Dover ferries until at least Friday.  Stuck in queues and losing thousands a day, meat exporters called for the prioritisation of fresh produce.  Boris went to walk the streets with Vlod and wave – why was he so popular in Kyiv?  As he travelled by car, helicopter, military plane and train, a convoy of Russian tanks headed for Donbas.  The Oscars harshly banned Will Smith for 10 years.

After posting the haiga Monday,  Phil helped evict a mini zoo of larvae and spiders from the bathroom.  Having not fixed the mini mixer, he made wild garlic pesto in the pestle and mortar.

High infection rates having a ‘major impact’, The NHS Confederation felt abandoned and urged government to rethink the ‘living with covid’ plan, reintroduce mitigation, and reinvigorate the public info campaign with renewed focus on mask-wearing and gathering outdoors.  A Number 10 spokesperson said no; thanks to vaccinations, treatments and better understanding, it could be managed similarly to other viruses.

The Tuesday top-up shop was astronomical again.  Was it due to small seasonal additions or rampant inflation?  The Widower looked bemused by easter eggs.  I advised on vegan options for his granddaughter.  The weighty bags made my shoulder ache but it eased off after an unusual 5 minutes afternoon kip.

Smart Energy GB found rising costs led to habit changes and a UCL survey found us more worried by money (38%) than covid (33%).  Anxiety and depression levels the highest for 11 months, 51% didn’t feel in control of their mental health.  Unemployment fell to 3.8%, but with 76,000 economically inactive, there weren’t more jobs.  The Met issued 30 more Partygate FPNs – Boris, Rishi and Carrie Antoinette were included for The Bumbler’s birthday bash.  Apologising, he said he only went for 10 minutes and didn’t know it was a party.  “He should contest the fine then,” advised Phil, “that would be hilarious in court!”  The first sitting PM ever to be exposed breaking the law, the most Covid fines issued in a single street or workplace and more to come, it confirmed Downing Street was full of crooks.  Keir said they’d broken the law, repeatedly lied to the British public, were totally unfit to govern and should resign.  Lobby Akinnola of Bereaved Families agreed they had no authority, took us all for mugs and would be gone by nightfall if they had any decency.  Approval ratings plummeting, Boris reportedly begged Rishi to stay to save Big Dog.  Operation Red Meat looked more like mincemeat!  Evil kids cartoon villain Michael Fabricant subsequently compared it to nurses having a cheeky post-shift drink, justice minister Lord Wolfson resigned and our MP Craigy Babe said they must go.  They didn’t.

Wednesday, I baked an easter cake and wrote.  Not seeming long since the last submission, a message from Valley Life had taken me by surprise.  I considered the feature almost finished but sifting e-mails later in the week, noticed a word limit increase.  How had I missed that for a whole year?  I checked with The Owner who also passed on lovely feedback from ‘a neighbour’.  Probing revealed it to be The Widower.  As earlier rain cleared, I’d have loved an evening walk if I wasn’t dead tired.  Instead, we watched a programme on BBC4 about Stonehenge’s removal from Wales – not stolen as the Welsh claimed, but taken by migrants.

Inflation rose to 7%.  With pre-tax profits of £2.03 billion, Tesco gave staff 1.5% ‘thank you’ bonuses for coping with pandemic, supply chain and inflation challenges.  Pay rises would come in July.  Uncle Joe accused Putin of genocide and the presidents of Poland, Lithuania, Latvia and Estonia visited Vlod.

Waking with a scratchy throat for the third morning running Thursday, Echinacea banished it.  Opening the bedroom window, I heard then saw 2 typhoon jets zig-zagging over the next hill.  The laptop misbehaving even after a restart, I persevered with writing but got head fug and hung washing on the line.  Decorating Neighbour was sweeping the street.  I asked if he’d done the steps.  “I don’t go that far.” The co-op bustling, I forgot essential items.  Counsellor Friend was stocking up before joining the great easter getaway.  With no P&O ferries, railway engineering and airport queues, I wished her luck!  Having a nightmare with veg falling on the floor and a cluttered sink, Phil eventually helped.  Knackered, I bemoaned an almost-gone afternoon.  An item in metro on easter laughter disappointingly contained no actual jokes.

UK covid infections fell except Wales, for the first time in 6 weeks, suggesting the surge of BA.2 had passed the peak.  Bonnie Prince Charlie gave out Maundy Money on behalf of the queen.  The latest madcap scheme to deal with dinghy crossings involved putting the navy in charge of the channel and sending migrants to Rwanda.  Copied off Denmark, there were only 100 places under the ‘migration and economic development partnership’ aka offshoring single black men.  Boris said the plan was possible because of Brexit freedoms but conceded it could be legally challenged.  Keir called it unworkable, extortionate and an attempt to distract from Partygate.  Phil mused it might not put people off: “After all, we’re always being told to ‘Visit Rwanda’ on the footie!”  However, interviewees in a Dunkirk camp maintained the crossing was risky but they’d risked much already and pointed out accepting Ukrainians into our homes was double-standards – touché!  The First of stricter UK reception centres at RAF Linton-on-Ouse slated to ‘open soon’, bewildered villagers were up in arms at no consultation.  More sanctions were announced by the UK and EU, against Russian oligarchs who propped up the so-called Donetsk and Luhansk People’s Republic. Imports of iron and steel and exports of quantum tech were banned.

Bridge of Sighs

Haiga – Inner Voice

After I was asked if the photos I sent for the Crossings expo were mine even with my name on, Good Friday, Phil was asked which object he’d written about.  “Can that writing woman not read?” I sighed.  He went shopping for the items I’d forgotten and flowers.  As he tried to put them in a vase, I took over while he toasted hot cross buns for a hasty lunch.  The beautiful roses stayed fresh-looking for over 2 weeks.  Wending up to the upland village, we stopped in the playing fields where Phil allowed a rare snap, later garnering several ‘likes’ on FB.  In time for a mid-afternoon performance, It was lovely to see the Pace Egg play after a 2-year absence, and also the kids and grandkids of Deceased Friend, for their traditional family get-together.  Viewing obstructed, hearing became impossible during the final act because of the chattering classes.  What was the point of going if they were more interested in bragging about themselves than listening?  We made a hasty getaway and were heading downhill when Phil decided he needed a snack from the burger stall outside the pub.  Hearing music, we wandered into the beer garden.  Phil commandeered the one free table while I got the second pints of the day.  As the novelty act doing bad cover versions wore thin, we retreated to the penfold.  A man with 2 dogs hovered at the entrance before letting one loose to run round in an ellipse.  He denied that explained rutted soil beneath a picnic bench.  Methinks he lied!  Despite extreme tiredness, night-time sleep was mediocre.

The next day, the Crossings expo preview invite landed in my in-box but not Phil’s.  Narked at doing ‘work’ at the weekend, Phil said it wasn’t work. “It is for them, and on Easter Saturday to boot!”  Still tired, I stayed home, hung sheets on the line and cleaned.  Meaning to garden in the nice weather, I seemed to run out of time and mislaid flower seed packets.  Phil popped to the shops.  Town rammed with drinkers but no more than expected, we didn’t understand why this weekend was picked to hold a hipster beer festival.  While he was out, I hastily made him a card featuring early spring blooms.

Spring Blooms Card

Birds tweeted in grey pre-dawn light Sunday.  I sighed grumpily, wondering what they had to be so cheerful about and turned over until hazy sunlight made sleeping impossible.  Dull-headed, I forgot it was easter, then remembered to print the card and give it to Phil with a pack of Haribo’s.  He felt bad getting me no confectionary until I reminded him we had stacks of chocolate and he got me flowers.

To refresh fuddled brains, we took a leisurely stroll west on the canal, avoiding squawking geese protecting their nests, admiring showy tulips and chatting to The Biker outside his houseboat.  Complementing the restoration of his granddad’s plane, we agreed they didn’t make tools like that anymore.  A sign on the chicken farm honesty box helpfully informed us turkey eggs were like hens eggs but bigger!  Tempted by a promise of refreshments in the pavilion, we stepped onto the diminutive stone bridge to the cricket club.  No match on, it was closed.  We rested on an equally picturesque bridge near the lock.  Serving also as a crossing point, an arrow indicating Warland, prompted Phil to invent a film plot wherein puritan villagers refused to accept the civil war was over.

Archbishop Welby called the Rwanda ploy ‘ungodly’.  Responding in The Times, Nasty Patel said it was ‘bold and innovative’ and challenged anyone to come up with a better idea.  How about opening safe, legal routes for migrants?  Charities lambasted the Nationality and Borders Bill for not preventing child trafficking.  Theresa May later added she couldn’t support the policy on the grounds of ‘legality, practicality and efficacy’ as it split families and encouraged trafficking of women and children.  Patel refused to reveal eligibility criteria.  Gammons were incensed at small print allowing Rwandans to come to the UK in exchange.

The laptop very noisy Monday, Phil stopped the daft MS newsfeed.  Accompanied by music, I started spring cleaning the study, finding the mislaid wildflower seeds behind the desk.  Outside planting one in a pot, a neighbour from across the way asked if I knew which cat visited her garden.  “They all look the same to me!”  Unbelievably, The Great Escape was the best bank holiday film on telly all weekend, apart from Barabbas.

Face-masks no longer mandatory but ‘strongly advised’ in Scotland, spotted without one at a barbers, Sturgeon was again called a hypocrite.  Police had words.  In their latest covid wave, Shanghai reported 3 deaths bringing the overall total to 4,641 – still lots less than the UK.  Shats launched the gimmicky half-price rail tickets wheeze with a cheesy YouTube videoiv.

Tuesday a boring round of chores, writing and shopping, in the evening, I returned a missed call from Aunty.  She liked the old postcards of her locality I’d sent her with easter greetings.  Found in a charity shop, I promised to send more if they turned up.  Using the last of the bargain chicken to make soup, we’d got 4 dinners for £2.50  (and a lunch).  The affordable alternative to veganism!

Swiss Toni said Boris’ FPN was like getting a speeding ticket.  Ed Davey spluttered that was ‘an insult to bereaved families’.  Alastair Campbell contested the claim Blair got a speeding fine while in office, pointing out security disallowed driving.  It later emerged The Bumbler racked up £4,000 in speeding tickets while at GQ magazine.  In the commons, he repeatedly apologised to MPs, acknowledged the ‘hurt and anger caused’, but insisted it didn’t occur to him it breached rules.  Keir said he dragged everyone down to his level.  Saying he wasn’t worthy of holding office, Mark Harper publicised a letter to the 1922 committee.  Referral to the Privileges Committee and more fines imminent, ministers repeated pleas to await the full Sue Gray report.  The economic forecast bleak with the war and covid, the IMF judged the impact on the UK particularly severe with growth down to 1.2% in 2023 because of the ‘triple whammy’ of fuel, food and tax rises.  ¾ of civil servants still working from home, Rees Moggy told them to go back to the office.  The missive including tables of who was working where, FDA union’s Dave Penman said ministers were ‘vindictive’ and behaving like luddites’, when the private sector embraced flexible working.

On PMQs Wednesday, Boris conveyed 96th birthday greetings to the queen and informed us he was going to India.  Keir said once the cameras were off for the public apology, Boris went to his backbenchers to privately blame everyone else and say Welby wasn’t critical enough of Putin, when actually the archbishop said the Ukraine invasion was ‘an act of great evil’.  He invited the PM to apologise for slander, getting a flat ‘no’ in response.   Ian Blackford claimed 82% of Scots thought Boris lied.  While the commons debated the Buildings Safety Bill, protestors complained it didn’t help everyone affected by the cladding scandal.

The NOA found government departments uncoordinated on foreign travel rules with no assessment of the impact on the industry.  1:9 workers in insecure jobs, Frances O’Grady joined Zero Hours Justice’s Julian Richer and Living Wage Foundation’s Katharine Chapman to criticise delaying the Employment Bill announced in 2019: “Boris Johnson has done nothing to show he is serious about upgrading workers’ rights,” she said.  1.5 million cancelled streaming subs.  Prime and Netflix the last to go, did it explain splitting the current season of popular Ozark?  Just Eat and gambling firm 888 also haemorrhaged customers. A longitudinal study confirmed what I already knew – anti-depressants didn’t improve long-term quality of life.

Holed up in the Azovstal Steel works, Mariupol die-hards worried they were in their final hours and Vlod offered to exchange them for captured Russian soldiers.  The next day, Putin claimed victory in the city and ordered a ring around the steel plant.  Moscow tested a new ICBM to make anyone threatening them ‘think twice’.  Satan 2 wasn’t yet ready for deployment.  The Inflow of oil and gas profits bolstering the Rouble, Germany planned to stop using Russian energy products by the end of the year.  Wimbledon banned Russian and Belarussian tennis players.

Thursday, I tweaked the Valley Life article, cleaned the bedroom and hung sheets on the line.  Bright and breezy, they twisted up but dried quick.  Phil went to Leeds just after I went to town for a whizz round shops.  Picking up bin-end wine and a ½-price easter egg, I waited in the convenience store for a man chucking stuff in a sack.  What looked like a big shop, was actually parcels for delivery.  Wanting to linger in sun, pedestrian areas were fully occupied thanks to school hols.  A dumb couple stood on the bridge, commenting on the number of bridges.  ‘Err, there are rivers, you morons!’ I muttered.  I went home to weed the garden.  The Widower walked his dog past.  Enquiring how he was coping, he replied ‘okay’.  The underlying sigh belied his brave face. Thanking him for his nice words to Valley Life, he said they weren’t ‘nice’, but true.  How lovely!  Out of breath and fatigued, I went to lie down and retired early for a bath that night.  Suffering insomnia, the meditation tape eventually sent me into unrefreshing sleep.

The Valneva vaccine was approved for UK use, making 6 in total.  A man tested covid-positive on 505 consecutive days before dying, suggesting variants could evolve in persistent cases.  Medics wanted better treatments for the vulnerable.  While Boris posed in a turban, William Wragg echoed other back-benchers sick of defending the indefensible.  A motion to refer Boris to the Privileges Committee carried without a vote.  Designs to put the investigation on hold until police inquires concluded, were scrapped.  The Met said no fines would be issued before elections 5th May because of ‘restrictions around communicating’.  Local candidates included Freedom Alliance – Stop the Great Reset.  Their concerns of a global public-private partnership had some validity but not the conspiracy view that covid was a mechanism to control us all!

Sinking Ships

Crossings Exhibit – Installation

Phil had even less shuteye so we both felt unrest Friday.  Rushing out, we barely paused to greet new people on the street or admire profusive spring flowers.  At the Crossings show preview, project workers and the workshop leader directed us to our group’s work on the outer walls of small sheds.  We acknowledged fellow participants and extricated ourselves from an over-friendly acquaintance.  Of other exhibits, children’s print work stood out.  One kid made a print of Blackpool, cos nothing says nature like Blackpool!

Crossings Exhibit – Blackpool Print

We congratulated the friendly printer responsible on training the next generation.  Outdoor displays featuring wood, natural paint and ceramics, were much easier to photograph than indoors where pictures were defaced by reflections.

Art appreciation over, we followed a sign to ‘The Crags’.  Previously unexplored, we climbed the curated curious before a protracted return route.  A flagging Phil griped of miles to go so we switched to an upper path.  I went home to unshod hot, tired feet.  He went to the shop, ran into the over-friendly acquaintance again and got yet more ½-price easter eggs (for a fuller description, see Cool Places).

Wanting a trade deal by Diwali, Boris hinted at more immigration from India into high skilled jobs in return for reduced tariffs on British machinery.  He also pledged to help them build fighter jets to lessen reliance on Russia but didn’t push Nodi on neutrality.  At the JCB plant in Gujarat, owned by tory donor Lord Bamford, he didn’t mention the destruction of Muslim’s homes by their bulldozers.

Drained after a long afternoon out, I stayed home Saturday apart from a trip to the co-op.  Very quiet for a weekend, there was hardly any veg but plenty of oil, despite reports of rationing.  Along with potatoes, cereal and chicken feed, it apparently all came from Ukraine.  Nowt to do with Brexit or P&O ferries!  Was the war also responsible for HRT shortages?  At the kiosk, my mate’s eyebrows shot up as a colleague told him his pregnant partner wanted a gender reveal party.  I observed: “but what if it doesn’t want to be that gender? ‘How very dare you assume my gender before I’m even born?’ It would say.”  An eavesdropping woman added: “Nothing surprises me anymore!”(see Tales from the Co-opv).

On Sunday Morning, the hideous Piers Morgan said firms had a dilemma balancing staff being in offices and at home.  Oliver Dowdy maintained Boris gave a ‘clear explanation’ of events leading to fines and we should balance that with other matters.  In an unfortunate analogy, he said the PM still had ‘fuel in the tank to deliver for this country’.  Asked how much more of the ‘drip, drip’ they could withstand, he blathered about focusing on the national security crisis.  What was he on about? The war was in Ukraine not the UK!

We went in search of blossom in the park.  At various stages of growth, some had already blown off and dandelions outnumbered the cherry.  Having noted the music café was rebranded ‘Charlie’s – not attracting the young hip crowd, but OAPs supping a nice cup of tea – we investigated other changes in town.  With a closed bank now a daft pub, several ice cream sellers and a pointless melts outlet, Phil remarked: “It’s full of people from out of town selling crap to people from out of town – like a northern Cotswolds!”  However, we got more bin-end wine and bargain easter eggs (the most I’d ever had, even in childhood).  Coming back, we came across German Friend and empathised on the struggles of processing the passing of friends.

Some tories told MOS that Rayner, lacking Boris’ Etonian debating skills, distracted him by crossing and uncrossing her legs at PMQs.  What tripe!  She could make mincemeat of him!  She tweeted: ‘Women in politics face sexism and misogyny every day…This is the latest dose of gutter journalism..”  She later added it was classist too.  A colleague said: “Just when you think the Conservative party can’t get any lower they outdo themselves. (They) clearly have a problem with women in public life.”  Even Boris decried the piece.  Meanwhile, 56 sex misconduct allegations included 3 cabinet ministers and 2 shadows.  As ship Albatroz sunk, 47 barrels of diesel created  a slick, threatening The Galapagos’ giant turtles.

Haiga – Impressions

Wobbly and heavy headed, I started to exercise Monday morning, when a throat niggle progressed to my ear and nose.  Annoyed at a second bout of illness that month, Phil reckoned I’d caught covid at the art show.  Feasible, seeing as the last one immediately followed the workshop, but vile phlegm implied the usual sinus lark. 

Either way, it rendered me bed-ridden for much of the week, apart from essential chores and spells on the sofa. 

After posting a haiga and Cool Places updates, I got head fug and settled down with a book when Phil noisily announced he was going for a rest.  I ask you!  I slept for 1 minute.

Idiot Epstein informed Jeremy Vine that Rishi was rich because he was good with money.  Hmm – It’s easy to be good with money when you have piles to start with!  Rees-Moggy put memos on empty Whitehall desks saying ‘I look forward to seeing you in the office soon’.  In a rare moment of not talking claptrap, Dreadful Doris called the passive-aggressive bullying ‘Dickensian’.  Life expectancy down in deprived areas over the last 3 years, covid was partly blamed.  In Kyiv, Lloyd Austin and Anthony Blinken said ‘Ukraine is succeeding’ and promised more munitions.  Following weekend attacks on the Azovstal steel plant, Russian strikes targeted fuel and rail facilities.  After Micron was re-elected president of France, cops killed 3 protestors.

Tuesday, I okayed the Valley Life proof and worked on blogs.  Suffering brain fog, I stopped writing and submitted photos to the larger arts festival exhibition.  Phil went to the co-op.  Disturbed by the door slamming on his return and loud talking on the street below, so-called ‘quiet time’ was a write-off.  As he’d bought 3 kinds of spuds, I cooked loads for dinner, getting backache and narky.

The Bumbler convened Cabinet to invent ideas to address the cost of living crisis without spending extra money.  They came up with encouraging more uptake of child and pension credits, cutting import tariffs and childcare ratios and extending MOT’s to 2 years.  The Guardian accused them of trashing health and safety.  Boris threatened to privatise DVLA and the passport office.  Delightfully-named Ian Snowball, landlord of the Showtime bar, Huddersfield, faced a £6,000 fine for allowing a punter to sip ale while standing to play beer pong during restrictions.  Talk about disproportionality!  IPPR reported 400,000 quitting work due to ill health, leading to ‘terminally low productivity’.  Elon Musk bought twitter for $44 bn.  Right-wingers thrilled by the promise of less moderation, others feared more fake news, bigotry and conspiracy drivel.  After The Insolvency Service began criminal and civil proceedings over redundancies, shit-show P&O failed to further reduce wages.  Intending to restart the Dover-Calais ferry Spirit of Britain for freight from Wednesday, The European Causeway lost power half an hour from Larne and limped back.  As more weapons were sent to Ukraine, Serge warned of ‘world war by proxy’ and again raised the prospect of nuclear attacks.  Antonio Guterres went to Moscow, incensing Vlod by not visiting Kyiv first.

Barrels of Fun

Unappreciated Dandelions

Wednesday, I fetched the coffee, for which Phil tossed me 10p.  It disappeared like a crap magic trick.  At PMQs, Keir attacked the government’s approach to the cost of living crisis.  Boris threw out figures and metaphors.  Keir quipped that was his fab debating skills we’d heard about!  He then asked ironically if being the only country to raise taxes had made things better or worse?  Ian Blackford cited Trussell Trust research that 830,000 children depended on food parcels and urged him to look for ideas beyond the cabinet, such as raising child payments like in Scotland.  He could also have cited food parcel demand (up 44% in Yorkshire), 59% of the population making lifestyle changes to cut spending and 18% having no disposable income.  Cathy Gardner and Fay Harris won a high court case against PHE and The Cock for discharging untested patients to care homes where their dads’ died of covid.  Invited by Daisy Cooper to apologise, Boris insisted they didn’t know the virus was transmitted asymptomatically.  Court evidence proved otherwise.  A PHE paper passed to Sage early 2020 concluded ‘asymptomatic transmission cannot be ruled out’, another warned ‘pre-symptomatic transmission…constituted a very substantial proportion of all transmission,’ and top medic Pat Vallance said likewise on the Today Programme, 13th March.

Fatigued by the antics, I rested.  At least external noise was more ambient this time.  At coffee time, Phil cadged from my depleting filter supplies, saying he’d buy me more if I gave him 50p.  A bargain, I said he could have the 10p back, which had turned up among the sheets.

Rayner called Lord Geidt clearing Rishi of any wrongdoing an ‘utter whitewash’.  Editor David Dillon refused to meet Lindsay Hoyle.  Carol Brexit informed Jeremy Vine that 4 tories heard the Ashton MP jest about using her legs to distract Boris.  The Chief Whip promised action against a tory caught watching porn.  After letting rumours accusing others to circulate, Neil Parish was suspended Friday, said he got onto the porn site by accident looking for tractors but re-visited it, then resigned Saturday.  Following more EU sanctions against 50 oligarchs and companies including Gazprom, Russia cut the gas off to Bulgaria and Poland.  How did you sanction a company you traded with?  Greenpeace called imports of 1.9 million oil barrels since the start of the war, ‘utterly disingenuous’ when the UK vowed less reliance on Russian supplies.  GSK reported a £9.8 billion turnover in the first quarter, thanks in part to anti-viral drug Xevudy.  Meanwhile, treatments for tremors involved zapping neurons and the first person treated for Parkinson’s with a Deep Brain Stimulation implant, declared a miracle.  York councillors divested Prince Andy of Freedom of the City.

Eyes shutting while reading, I hoped to be less fatigued Thursday.  Sadly not.  Phil went to the market for bog paper (only loose rolls available) and fishy bits.  The shrimps were from Holland.  Full import checks on European goods further delayed, supermarkets were happy, but exporters facing red tape and ports having built unnecessary infrastructure, weren’t.  The benefits of Brexit eh, Moggy?  Was that taking back control?

A tweeter thought it fun to relabel BA ‘British Wokeways’ for refusing to fly migrants to Rwanda over fears of a backlash.  Charter flights would add to an already astronomical £120 million for the scheme.  A whopping £30,000 each, Phil reckoned it’d be cheaper to give people the money to go home.  In more commons sleaze, Jamie Wallis was charged with a hit and run, Imran Khan belatedly submitted a resignation letter (after getting another full month’s pay), Liam Byrne was suspended for 2 days, and a female MP was called ‘a secret weapon’ as all the men wanted to sleep with her.  Ben Wally said they should avoid ‘toxic bars’ and Sue Braverman claimed there wasn’t a ‘pervasive culture’ of misogyny but some bad apples.  Yes, but it only took one to rot the whole barrel!  Keir said he took all allegations seriously and hoped colleagues had confidence in the complaints procedure.  On QT, Jon Ashworth agreed the cost of living was the most important issue but connected to Partygate because tories were disconnected and dismissed people’s real concerns as ‘silly’.  Mims Davies wittered about jobs and floundered trying the defend the migrant policy against accusations of being ‘pick and choose’.  After telling Iain Dale Channel 5 had thrived when it was privatised (it was never public!) an unusually sober Dreadful Doris came on Newscast to prate about impartiality and privatising Channel 4 even though 96% were against it.

Friday, Phil said he needed a haircut: “I look like I’m from a Britpop band.” “No you don’t. Mines’ worse.” “It does need colouring in.” “Thanks!” I sat abed writing until hungry and hot, considered getting lunch but he brought it to me.  Perhaps staying put was a good thing, because I felt much better on a bright Saturday.  I went to the rag market to buy haberdashery from friendly stall-holders then waited for Phil to come to an exhibition of historic photos by a local celeb.  On the way, we were waylaid by falling blossom and dandelions.  I later created a Facebook album but the dazzling yellow blooms went unappreciated.  Balking at a £5 suggested donation, we contributed by purchasing juice.  Phil’s photography mate had planned the showing for 2020.  They bemoaned work being on hold since covid and I sympathised with his travails being interviewed for a documentary.  I could talk for England but stick me in front of camera, I was dumbstruck!

550 Network Rail upgrade projects over the bank holiday weekend, cleaners and conductors’ strikes meant TPE only ran a small number of (dirty) services.  Roads were predicted to be quiet.  A good job with herds of animals on the M62 at Eccles and Brighouse.  Madelaine McTernan who worked on the covid vaccine rollout, was appointed HRT tsar.  Demand up thanks to The Davina Effect, I felt I was missing out not taking it.

References:

i. My haigas: https://wordpress.com/posts/mondaymorninghaiga.wordpress.com

ii. My Cool Places blog: https://hepdenerose.wordpress.com/

iii. My Cool Places 2 blog: https://wordpress.com/posts/hepdenerose2.wordpress.com

iv. Shat’s gimmicky rail sale video:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iheo0km3xHE

v. Tales from the Co-op: Notes on life, the universe and stuff that sucks: Tales from the Co-op Vol 5 (maryc1000.blogspot.com)

Part 56 – Whitewash and Sleaze

“Comments about the slave trade being a ‘Caribbean experience’, as though it’s some kind of holiday… (is) completely out of kilter with where British society is” (Halima Begum)

Coming Unstuck

Mythical Stone

A return of the stiff neck made it hard to get going Monday morning. However, I persevered with exercise, blogging and chores.  Taking the recycling out, I exchanged pleasantries with neighbours.  The young mum in the next terrace was in the community garden.  I complemented her efforts to clear it up after 2 years of neglect.  A woman from across the street joined me at the bins, commenting on the strong wind.  I agreed it was rather blustery in spite of the sunshine.  As the wind dropped mid-afternoon, I pottered in the garden.  Three old pals I didn’t know were mutually acquainted, came walking past.  We compared thoughts on coping with lockdowns, vaccines and the self-entitled government.  “We’ll never get rid of them now!” we concurred.  In the evening, an Ocado delivery arrived bang on time.  It was good to be able to return carrier bags but they gave me a ridiculous number back, including 2 containing 1 item each!

The Daily Plague briefing was broadcast from the new press office, complete with union flags.  Pat Valance presented data showing a drop in Covid hospitalisations from 30 to 6 per 100,000.  The ‘stay at home order’ for England was replaced by ‘stay local’.  We could meet in groups of 6 and do sport outdoors.  Cock didn’t rule out foreign travel in summer even though he’d already booked his UK holiday.  Scientists weren’t keen.  Prof. Dame Anne Johnson, UCL said: “I’m for staycations.”  Prof. Sir Mark Walport of UKRI* intoned: “the numbers (in Europe) speak for themselves.”  A Panorama report on the Milton Keynes Lighthouse mega-lab discovered PCR tests in a gloopy mess.  Belying predictions it would be there for weeks, the Ever Given came unstuck from the mud thus unblocking the Suez Canal..  Nevertheless, they’re gonna need a bigger canal!

The thermometer reached 25 Celsius, making Tuesday officially the hottest March day since 1968.  Struggling to come round, I took it slow with gentle exercise and a bath before we set off on a rare trip to the nearest moor, via town for pasties from the bakers and to catch a bus up.  Although we’d not visited for some years, we remembered the route and soon reached the ridge dotted with mysterious archaeology.  Sitting near a standing stone to eat our pasties, huge sheep approached and stared us out so we didn’t linger.  After exploring the landscape, we were fairly certain of the way down but double-checked with an energetic-looking couple striding along.  When it looked like our path was barred, Phil insisted we had to climb further up.  As we huffed and puffed, a Tornado jet came so close I ducked!  I then spotted a jogger jumping a stile below and gleefully headed down the slope.  As we reached the road, a bus sped past.  We continued down to the country inn, looked into a friend’s garden to see if she was home and fell into conversation with the couple we’d seen on the moor.  It turned out they now ran the inn and gave some gen on arrangements for re-opening and using the erstwhile pig field for extra outdoor seating.  On telling us where the pigs had gone, we said “They’ve probably been turned into sausages!”  Very thirsty, we squatted on the wall opposite to drink from our bottles.

“Is this the right place for the bus?”  asked Phil.  “No. I don’t know when the next one is. We can go up to the corner if you want.”  At that moment, one trundled along the road.  “Shit!”  We gathered our stuff and tried to run but it was useless.  Moodily, we walked down.  In spite of being tired, dehydrated and at risk of heatstroke, we quickly reached town.  An old biker we knew drank tinnies with a mate near the closed market.  He asked us for prints of photos we’d taken of his barge adornments the other week.

After a  quick call to the convenience store, we wearily trudged home.  My bad ankle had been playing up on the tussocky moors and I subsequently developed sharp knee pains. Still in a huff, Phil blamed me for missing the even though I didn’t know the times back.  I made a mental note to check next time so we didn’t come unstuck.  (for a fuller description of the walk, see Cool Placesi).

That night, I dreamt we went on holiday to a gammon hotel where I had swimsuit dilemmas.  I took it as a message to check my old ones still fit.  Having lost weight in the 2 years since I last wore one, I could come unstuck in the pool!

A Nice Day for a Whitewash

Black and White Blossom

The milestone of 150,000 Covid deaths in the UK, actually reached 18th March, was only just released by the ONS due to a ‘data lag’.  However, half the population now had antibodies.  A much-anticipated WHO report on the origin of the Wuhan outbreak concluded the virus most likely jumped from bats to another animal, but didn’t specify the pangolin.  To guard against global supply issues, Novavax would be processed in County Durham, while 24 countries committed to the idea of a treaty for the next pandemic, based on WHO principles.  China and the USA notably absent, Dr. Tedros expected all to sign up during negotiations.  The Met unsurprisingly exonerated after an investigation by the police into the Clapham Common debacle, they admitted it was a PR disaster.  The report revealed 1,500 anti-lockdowners turned up at the vigil including Piers Corbyn.  Brexit pub chain Wetherspoons planned to invest £145m on new pubs and upgrades after lockdown, including Newport Pagnell.  Was there anything there apart from a motorway service station?  Melvin Bean was adamant the Leeds festival would go ahead: “I’m  taking the PM at his word.”  We’ll see about that, Mr. Bean!

Achy after Tuesday’s walk, we stayed round the house on Wednesday.  Warm with sunny spells, it was a nice day to hang washing on the line, which I did for the first time this year.  After lunch, I got stuck trying to come up with titles for the next journal entry, developed head fug and had to stop.  Looking grimy in sunlight, we dusted the living room and Phil fetched the analogue clock down from behind the telly to get it going again.  Stopped for months, it was strange to hear the tick again.  I arranged some twigs to hang Eastern European eggs on and placed mad chickens round the hearth.

The number of second jabs given in a day exceeded first doses.  How long immunity lasted, the chances of re-infection and the impact of variants, were all still unclear.  However, scientists said the vaccine provided ‘optimal chance’ of effective anti-bodies.  Germany allowed use of AZ on over 60’s only while Macron apparently ignored scientists, considering himself an ‘expert’.  Spain announced that masks were required on all beaches throughout the country (count me out!)  UK citizens wasted no time enjoying the spring heatwave, descending on public spaces and leaving piles of litter in their wake.  Councils closed parks.  Launching on the LSE, Deliveroo shares tanked by 30%.  Leading fund managers such as Legal & General and Aviva rejected the listing over issues with the company’s business model, workers’ rights and regulatory concerns.  A scrap metal yard fire in Sheffield would rage for days.  How on earth did metal set ablaze?

The Commission for Race and Ethnic Disparities (Crud) report led by Tony Sewage, was a complete whitewash.  It found the UK was an integrated society with no institutional racism and the system not rigged against minorities.  No surprise with the Crud team hand-picked by fellow denier Munira Mirza.  Among its recommendations were increased scrutiny of police footage of stop and search, more ethnic minority recruits and training.  Roundly condemned, Halima Begum of Runnymede Trust railed: “Frankly, by denying the evidence of institutional racism and tinkering with issues like unconscious bias training and use of the term ‘BAME’…they’ve insulted every ethnic minority in this country – the people who continue to experience racism on a daily basis.”  She added: “comments about the slave trade being a ‘Caribbean experience’, as though it’s some kind of holiday… (is) completely out of kilter with where British society is.”  Dr. Sewage responded that suggesting the report was “trying to downplay the evil of the slave trade (was) absurd.”

Labour said the conclusions were a ‘divisive polemic’ and downplayed institutional racism.  Unions called it ‘deeply cynical’ and said it denied black workers’ experiences.  NHS providers claimed there was ‘clear and unmistakable’ evidence that minority ethnic staff had worse experiences and faced more barriers than whites and that denying links between structural racism and health inequalities was ‘damaging.’  They demanded concrete action to tackle bias and discrimination across public services.  Sam Kasumo resigned as a top government ethnic minority adviser; Downing Street of course downplayed  a connection.

No Jokes, Sleaze; We’re British

Pussy Willow

The Guardian’s report of building another Suez Canal sounded like a great idea.  We had visions of a holiday pootling about on small boats while container ships used the bigger one.  Alas, it was an April Fool’s joke.  The weather was no joke.  Grey and cold, a nithering easterly made it feel like winter again.  I hurried to town where pussy willow hung over steely waters near the old bridge.  The market packed with wandering hippies and not distanced gammons, I waited ages at the fish van and almost kicked a wanker behind in the queue as he edged uncomfortably close.  At the toiletries stall, a woman gassed to the stallholders, making paying awkward.  On the way home, I paused to take pictures of a beautiful white cherry tree in the carpark.  A passing old man smiled at me: “Isn’t it lovely!”  “Yes, but I’m not sure it’ll come out on my photos.”  Actually, they weren’t too bad and leant themselves to monochrome rather well (see above).  Working on the journal, I came up with headings and declared the first draft done at long last.  I experienced another odd night, struggling to get to sleep for ages and then waking very early.

Mainly immunised, vulnerable groups no longer needed to shield.  A BMJ report found only 1 in 5 people with symptoms requested a test, and the effect of TIT ‘limited’.  Matt Cock was ‘very worried’ that 13.7% of those affected by the virus had long Covid.  Layla Moran said it should be treated as an occupational disease and appropriate support given.  Vaccine hesitancy dropped from 44% to 22% among ethnic minorities in spite of claims it broke upcoming Ramadan fasting rules (it didn’t); possibly thanks to campaigning by Lenny Henry and other celebs.  France shut down schools, shops and non-local travel.  Brazil borrowed £665m for vaccines and health care.  Trials in the USA declared the Pfizer inoculation 100% effective on 12-15 year olds.  It was later found equally effective in South Africa and to prompt a huge immune response on all variants.

Liberty Steel boss Sanjeev Gupta insisted he wasn’t closing plants.  Owing billions to now-failed Greensill Capital, he was refused a government loan – they reportedly hadn’t ruled out nationalisation.  Links to David Cameron emerged.  Lex Greensill acted as an adviser to the former PM and subsequently, Cameron worked for Greensill, lobbying for Covid contracts on his behalf.  The Office of Registrar of Consultant Lobbyists cleared him of wrongdoing because as an employee, it didn’t formally constitute lobbying.  Labour’s Dodds and Reeves repeated demands for an inquiry.  In the olden days, we called that type of thing sleaze.

Easter in White

Easter White Cherry by Phil Openshaw

Good Friday started cool but as the sun re-appeared, became much nicer than forecast.  I failed to sleep in to make up for crappy nights and did free puzzles provided by Metro in lieu of news.  No Pace Egg play for the second year running, Phil declared it a normal workday and was kept busy for much of it (strangely,  a lot of gig work seemed to come on a Friday). Concocting a slightly different version of Aussie chocolate fruit cake, I almost forgot to add eggs and made a right mess spooning the gloopy batter out of the tin to re-mix it.  But it turned out okay.  While it was baking, I worked on a very slow computer, had coffee and stuffed a fig roll in my gob when there was a knock at the door.  A volunteer from the local covid support group stood outside with an Easter treat bag of yellow and white daffodils, a chocolate egg and a cute card courtesy of school kids.  How nice!  Expressing thanks, I apologised for talking with my mouth full.  “That’s alright. Fig rolls are my favourite.”  “Sorry, it’s my last one.  If I’d known you were coming…”  “You’d have baked a cake.”  “I’ve got one in the oven right now. Come back later!”  I wrote up Tuesday’s walk for Cool Places and watched a suitably seasonal film.  King of Kings was now so ubiquitous I could recite the dialogue.  Phil cut his hair and cleaned the bathroom while I coated the cake with chocolate, properly melted this time,  buttons, jazzies and mini eggs.  On sampling, I asked Phil how it compared to the one I made for his birthday “I like marzipan.”  Hmm!

As the Scottish ‘stay at home’ order was replaced by ‘stay local’. National Clinical Director Jason Leitch rambled on BBC Breakfast about the different rules of the 4 nations and dithered over answers on when we could travel freely around the UK.  It was no surprise the so-called expert struggled with a maze of regulations across the UK.  In Scotland, 4 people from 2 households could meet, outdoor non-contact sport, group exercise and communal worship (by up to 50) was already allowed.  In Wales, the ‘stay local’ order was lifted on 27th March permitting travel across Wales for the Welsh only, 4 people from 2 households were already allowed to meet and outdoor sports facilities had been open since 13th March.  In Northern Ireland, 6 people from 2 households could meet outdoors and 10 from no more than 2 households could do outdoor sport (including golf but not go into club houses).  I doubted the Belfast rioters took any notice.

3 p.m. by the time I’d finished a series of niggly jobs Saturday, I felt glum being stuck indoors.  For the second day running, it was much sunnier and warmer than expected, although some areas did experience a white Easter.  At least I caught a some rays with a trip the co-op.  As I headed back, Phil headed out to the convenience store.  Differing requirements meant we’d had to split the shopping which irked me until he returned with an armful of roses!.  It prompted us to finish cleaning the living room to make room for a vase and more mad chickens.  Afternoon telly dreadful, we listened to music instead.  I finally finished the Easter card I’d made him, but had a right faff printing it out.

Bunting for Jesus

Sunday started badly with a coffee pot disaster.  The plunger of the cafetiere fell apart, promptly sinking into the hot liquid.  What a palaver!  Thankfully, Phil came to the rescue.  Things improved as we exchanged gifts.  I gave him the homemade card and an egg containing a mini bunny.  On top of the roses, he’d got me prosecco truffles and made me a digital art.  ‘Easter White Cherry’ represented a much better version of the blossom in the carpark than I’d managed.  Early sun consumed by cloud, we ventured out regardless to pursue Phil’s mission to photograph more blossom.

Out on the street, a young neighbour washed his car after it got egged by kids.  “The only egg I’ve had,” he wailed, “but I was a little bastard myself once.”  “Well,” I observed, “there’s not much entertainment at the moment. They have to make their own.”

We crossed the main road, amused by bunting hanging in the Methodist church’s garden.  “It was only a matter of time before Jesus and the egg came together,” Laughed Phil.  Climbing above the canal, we espied angry geese chasing an interloper, a disturbing leprechaun effigy and a family trying to navigate ruined houses.  Further up, a woman and girl looked for a celeb grave.  “You’re on the wrong side of the valley.”  As I gave directions, their dog barked ferociously and strained at the leash at the sight of a cat.  Grateful it was on a lead, we continued to find colourful spring flowers, blossom and fencing.  A group chatting took up the pavement and half the road, forcing us to cross.  Descending near the station, the catkins of a tree growing out of a wall turned from furry to fuzzy.  In the park, a delighted family posed below cherry trees.  “They’ll be on Insta pretending they’re in Japan rather than West Yorkshire!” I joked.   The delicate petals waved about in gusty draughts, making them very difficult to photograph.  Phil berated himself: “what a stupid day to suggest a blossom mission. I might come back on a less windy day.” “You’d better be quick. It doesn’t last long.”  In front of the café, families picnicked very close to the path as a large line snaked towards the serving hatch.  We popped in the town centre shop, warily approached the white cherry in the carpark and gawped at people queueing at a plethora of smoky street food stalls, dawdling coffee-cuppers and a crowd in the middle of the pedestrian street dancing and singing along to a busker.  “That’s all you need for a festival – a man with guitar, a kebab and a can of beer!”  “It’s such a contrast to last Easter during lockdown 1. Do you remember dancing in traffic-free streets?”  Meanwhile, Elder Sis posted pictures of her walk through a deserted central London.  Thinking the world had descended on our little town, I later discovered there’d been a Kill the Bill demo (and also in Birmingham and  Bristol, with inevitable crowds and arrests), so maybe all the Cockneys were in Finsbury Park.

Back home, Phil wrangled the bread without touching the wrapping at all like a total ninja so we could have butties for lunch.  I was shocked that I’d taken tons more photos than on a country walk.  Many featured blurry blossom and went straight in the bin but I found inspiration for a haigaii.  At bedtime, an incredibly loud wind whipped up the second my head hit the pillow.  It took some time to drop off.  I dreamt I was pregnant but in denial.  On waking I recalled this was often a metaphor for new projects then realised it was probably because the book I was reading featured a pregnant girl!

In his Easter message from Canterbury cathedral with a distanced choir, arch Welby said we could go with the light of Jesus and choose a better future for all.  St. Peter’s square eerily empty, The Pope took mass inside the basilica.  Vaccines reached 31.5m and 5.3m had a second dose.  On the eve of a cabinet meeting and a Boris briefing there was speculation on traffic lights for travel and Covid passport trials (at events later in April including the FA cup final and Snooker). Tory MP Nigel Huddle said it may enable venues to open without social distancing but David Daves moaned it wasn’t ‘freedom to have a normal life’ – whatever that was…

Haiga – Delusion

*UK Research and Innovation

References:

i. My Cool Places blog: https://hepdenerose.wordpress.com/

ii My haigas: https://wordpress.com/posts/mondaymorninghaiga.wordpress.com

Part 52 – Balancing Act

“Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccine. I’m begging of you please don’t hesitate. Vaccine, vaccine, vaccine, vaccine. Because once you’re dead then it’s a bit too late” (Dolly Parton)

A Game of Percentages

Haiga – Force of Nature i

My sleep was disturbed Monday morning by a racket emanating from waste ground near the canal.  The workmen barely discernible beneath cold, grey fog, it seemed the recent spring-like feel was a blip.  Phil made porridge.  It subsequently took half an hour to wash up.  Recovering with coffee, I posted blogs and worked on the next chapter of the journal.  Unable to rest in the afternoon, I considered if random birthday gifts stashed under the bed were adequate.  Inadequate exercise and repose prompted me to do some late yoga, as recommended by the latest research suggesting light to moderate activity an hour before bedtime.  It definitely helped with relaxation and kip.

Hospital admissions for Covid among the over 80’s fell by 80%.  The PA news agency reported falling infection rates across the 4 UK nations although by less in England.  Boris insisted we had “one of the toughest border regimes anywhere in the world.”  Keir disagreed: “(we hadn’t) secured our borders in the way we should have…it demonstrates the slowness of the government to close off even the major routes…(and) unwillingness to confront the fact that the virus doesn’t travel by direct flights.”  Yvette Coop added: “These cases…arrived a month after the Brazil variant was first identified and we were raising with the government the need for stronger action.”  Large queues at Heathrow made me wonder: ‘if it’s like this with travel restrictions, what will it be like in May when holidays are allowed?’  While the EU discussed a ‘digital green passport’, the DoT wanted a common approach.  The Restaurant Group were ‘burning through’ £5.5m per month but ‘strong trading’ for take-away deliveries hiked share prices.  Northern-based restaurant chain Tomahawk Steakhouse asked workers to loan them 10% of their furlough monies.  Was that even legal?  GMB regional sec Neil Derrick said: “It’s never been easier or cheaper for businesses to borrow money…but (they) want it for free and they have solved their cash flow problem by giving a cash flow problem to their staff.”  A week later, Tomahawk gave the dosh back.  Derrick maintained that wouldn’t have happened without attention being brought to the matter.

In the first public sighting since her house arrest, Ang San Suu Kyi appeared in a Myanmar court via video link to have 2 more trumped up charges added to those already levied.  Meanwhile, a meteor was seen whizzing over Barnsley and landed somewhere in Gloucestershire.

Although more rested on Tuesday, I suffered achiness and a sore throat.  Ignoring it, I submitted my article to Valley Life Magazineii and worked on the journal before going to the co-op.  A sizeable shop proved rather stressful with screeching kids and dithering hikers impeding the aisles.  One hit me with his bag as he reached into an adjacent cold cabinet – accidentally on purpose?  I took a deep breath and contained my annoyance.  Cowbag staffed the only open till but we exchanged pleasantries rather than bickering.  Back home, I hid perishable treats and instructed Phil not to nosy around in the kitchen.  He’d cleaned the cooker and floor while I was out which was nice, especially as he’d had an awful day work-wise and had to reset the internet.  Powerless to help, I made sympathetic noises.  The Marcella double-bill finale annoyingly split by ITV news, meant forgoing pre-bed yoga and I awoke several times during an odd night.

UK deaths from the virus halved every day and decreased by 25% in the past week- the lowest since January.  As the P1 variant mystery search was narrowed to 379 households in South East England, studies revealed 25%- 61% of Manaus residents were susceptible to re-infection.  Sharon Peacock, Cog-UK, said it was now found in 25 countries but couldn’t speculate on how it would ‘pan out’ and focus was still on the prevalent Kent Virus.  PHE real-world data on the effectiveness of the AZ and Pfizer vaccines showed they provided 60% protection in the over 70’s with 80% less hospitalisations in the over 80’s.  Andrew Pollard of Ox Vax proclaimed it ‘stunning’ and a wake-up call for Europe: “it shows how critical it is to improve public confidence across the continent about the vaccines.”

Rishi Rich reportedly worked 24/7, spoke to the queen and made his own promotional video in the budget run-up.  Previews included a public sector debt of £2.1 trillion and an extension of furlough to 30th September (but with larger employer contributions).  The CBI said it would “keep millions more in work and let businesses catch their breath as we carefully exit lockdown.”  Shadow Treasury Sec Bridget Phillipson countered: “announcing this the night before shows the focus on Rishi Sunak getting his moment in the sun rather than protecting jobs and livelihoods.”  Jon Ashworth tweeted ‘The ego has landed’.

Weighing Things Up

Rishi’s Balancing Act (Cartoon by Guy Venables)

Wednesday morning, I adapted an Australian chocolate fruit cake recipe for Phil’s birthday.  With all the measuring and weighing it took a full hour to get it in the oven.  While it was baking, we watched events in parliament.  On the anniversary of the government publishing a 27-page document insisting the UK was ‘well prepared’ for the pandemic, only to announce lockdown 3 weeks later, Keir started PMQs by asking why the UK sold arms to Saudi and slashed aid to Yemen by half.  In a tory backlash, Jeremy C**t called it ”incredibly disappointing,” and Andrew Mitchell said it was “a strategic mistake with deadly consequences.”  UN Sec Gen Guterres declared the cut a “death sentence” for hungry children amidst possibly the worst humanitarian crisis ever.

The budget presentation ensued.  Rishi dished it out with an additional £65bn for Covid measures, £150m for a community fund (to help locals buy their local), extension of furlough as expected and characteristically complicated help for the self-employed.  The UC uplift would stay for 6 months and the living wage increase to £8.91.  Apprenticeship employer incentives rose to £3,000 and new re-start grants for businesses came in April.  The business rate holiday would end in June, then be discounted by 60% to the end of the fiscal year.  Similarly, the 5% VAT rate would stay until September and then be 12.5% for the next 6 months.  Stamp duty changes were extended and big lenders confirmed they’d offer loans under the mortgage guarantee scheme.

Commitment to green growth included a ‘green bond’ and investment in offshore wind.  Regional growth plans involved more funding for devolved administrations, an infrastructure bank in Leeds, a northern ‘economic campus’ (i.e., Treasury office), and port infrastructure in Teesside and Humberside.  8 freeports with favourable tax and duty rates would be created: East Midlands airport, Felixstowe & Harwich, The Humber (Goole), Liverpool, Plymouth Solent, Thames, and Teesside (Redcar).

Good to see money spent on the north for once, there was a definite ‘blue wall’ bias.  Leeds was dismissed as the location of the Treasury office in favour of Darlington (near to Rishi’s Richmond patch), freeports weren’t evenly spread and of the £1bn new ‘town deal’ areas, 40 out of 45 had tory MPs.  Only 3 of the constituencies covered voted remain in the Brexit referendum.

Other schemes to boost productivity and growth included a retail savings bond, management training, visa reforms to attract scientific and tech migrants, and free digital training and new software discounts for SMEs.  The ambition to be a ‘scientific super-power’ was ‘not hubristic, but realistic’, he claimed, as demonstrated by the success of vaccine roll-out.  Was the extra £1.6 bn to continue this and to ‘improve future preparedness’ part of the £65bn?  What was the rest for?

Counting The Cost

Cute Animal Collage

Reeling off the biggest borrowing figures since WW2, the chancellor warned they’d continue to be high before falling, and Interest rates may not stay low.  Thus he planned to achieve ‘sustainable public finances’ and not borrow to pay for everyday spending but invest in capital projects.  Anticipated tax rises took the form of a freeze on personal tax thresholds in 2022 and a hike in corporation tax to 25% in 2023.  There would be a smaller profits rate of 19% for SMEs, tapers above £50,000 and a business tax ‘super-deduction’ for re-investment, to boost jobs and economic recovery.

He didn’t mention a card swipe limit rise to £100, and while there was no tax hike on fuel, beer or baccy, air passenger duty for long-haul flights would increase.  More significantly, he failed to draw attention to a lack of extra money for schools or a cut in NHS and social care funding.  Responding that it wasn’t a budget for ordinary people, Labour cited an ‘astonishing’ £30.1bn cut in day-to day DOHSC spending ‘buried in the small print’.  Keir said it papered “over the cracks” rather than rebuilding the economy and Rishi totally ignored public sector workers while indulging in social media gimmicks at tax-payers’ expense.  Disregarding a waiting list backlog, Ministers countered they’d put tons of money in during the pandemic.  Boris justified a derisory 1% pay increase for NHS staff by saying most carers worked in the private sector and were covered by the increase in the living wage – splutter!

Head spinning with arithmetic, I got stuck into cleaning.  In spite of mental and physical exhaustion, I had a terrible night.  Unable to settle, I wanted to try a BBC Headroom soundtrack but required to sign in, I had no chance of remembering the password at 1.40 a.m.  I used the meditation soundtrack, and fell in and out of broken sleep.  Phil also struggled and dreamt he went in a rocket.  Thankfully, it wasn’t the evil Musk’s Space X Starship 10 which hilariously blew up on landing later in the week!

In other news, Sturgeon told Scots she’d consider accelerating exit from lockdown, but criteria for moving down the levels would tighten from late April.  Builder Taylor Wimpey pledged £125m to replace dangerous cladding and conduct fire safety work on properties constructed within the last 20 years, including blocks under 59ft tall excluded from the government fund

Achy again on Thursday, I performed morning exercise before turning to writing.  Attempting to solve the ‘blue sandstone’ mystery from the last walk, I researched geological maps but they all cost money – bloody geologists!  I set off to spend a small fortune on Phil’s favourite meaty treats from the butchers, and a bit less on a last-minute gift from the chemist.  He was upstairs on my return so I could hide purchases unseen.  Deciding it was enough presents, I wrapped them before attempting a siesta, to be disturbed by a noisy generator on the waste-ground leaving me tired and stressed.  Phil said: “You don’t have to do all that stuff for my birthday.” “I know, but I feel I should, to make up for not going anywhere.”  He tittered.

An ONS survey suggested 48% of over 80’s who’d had a jab broke lockdown rules by meeting someone outside of their family or bubble.  The MHRA were given permission to fast-track vaccine approval to deal with mutants.  As France, Belgium, Italy and Germany approved AZ for the over 65’s, a German doctor offered Phil a spare via social media.  “Beware of drugs dished out on Facebook!”  Biden said there was enough vaccine for all American adults to be injected by May, and Dolly Parton sang to the tune of Jolene while having hers (see above).

On QT, business minister Kwasi Kwarteng more or less said ‘ never mind the mistakes, we have the vaccines’ and justified the dearth of public sector pay rises by saying the private sector was badly hit by the pandemic.  It would have been even worse if the carers and key workers hadn’t stepped up, you wanker!   Entrepreneur Theo Paphitis called Tit ‘appalling’ and Labour’s Lisa Nandy exclaimed “not learnt the lessons” a lot.

Barmy Birthday Cake

Friday, I went a bit mad decorating the cake.  The cooking chocolate failed to melt properly.  I turned it into lumpy frosting and hid the mess with a melange of crystallized ginger, nut flakes, chocolate bits and candles.  I checked the proof from Valley Life, wrote ‘turning seasons’ for Cool Places and got the co-op’s freezer deal for a birthday eve carb-fest.  Printing the card later, I’d completely forgotten about the cute animal collage I made weeks ago.  Railing against the cost of ink, I was irked the colours didn’t reproduce well in print.  We spent the evening watching the highly anticipated Deutschland ’89 and films, drinking Mateus and toasting Phil’s birthday.

The P1 mystery person was found in Croydon, thankfully in quarantine.  Nads Doris did a round of interviews to defend the 1% NHS pay rise, insisting it was all they could afford.  Unions up in arms, the GMB called it “dismissive and insulting,” Unison were balloting members on industrial action, and the RCN set up a £35m strike fund.  Cyprus and Portugal planned to welcome UK vaccinated vacationers by 1st May, but we weren’t allowed to go until at least the 17th.  40 days after Nasty Patel announced it, fliers were mandated to complete a ‘declaration of travel’.  From Monday, a costly £2,000 fine would ensue for failure to produce the document.

Paying The Price

Along the Sustrans Path

On the big day, I assembled Phil’s birthday gifts and treats and cooked a fat meaty brunch before the unwrapping.  He seemed to like the random selection!  His sister rang him for a chat.  As a teacher in Hull, she had worked throughout in a school never less than 50% full even in total lockdown.  An indication of the demography of the workforce, unsurprisingly leading to a much higher infection rate than the UK average.

Turning back to pleasant distractions, we decided on a walk.  With few options open to us without breaking the law, it was either that or coffee-cupping.  Luckily, appearance of the sun coincided with the mid-afternoon outing to his favourite wood.  Crossing at the traffic lights, we gave a cheery wave to a mate walking her dog, navigated the busy park, and went along the Sustrans path.  Low river waters revealed detritus and mysterious posts sticking out of sandy banks.  On a green bridge, pixie cups sprouted on mossy walls.  Near the farm, robins hopped between garden shrubs.  A man gardening commented on the number of small birds thereabouts.  A lovely grassy lane took us down to the old quarry, where a couple of boys rode mountain bikes.  I prodded an old bottle filled with green growth.  Thinking it could have art potential, I safely used a spare carrier to place it in my rucksack.  We rested at a small waterfall and enjoyed the calm rumble of water underfoot until a cloud of midges emerged!  Continuing through the unpeopled wood, we were serenaded by flocks of finches and yet more robins on the final stretch onto roadway.  Taking steps down to the canal, the lock bridge was crowded, requiring some dodging. (for a fuller description of the walk, see Cool Placesiii).

The barmy-looking cake was scrummy.  While out, I received several comments on the photo I’d posted on Facebook.  Referring to the candles, one friend said ‘I see Phil is 6’  ‘Err, 7 actually!’  Barely hungry, we forced ourselves to order an Indian take-away for dinner.  The deliverer rang to say he couldn’t find the house.  I stood on the doorstep and waved at a figure prowling the street.  He’d been looking for a number that didn’t exist.  On approach, he wore a mask on his chin.  Why bother if you took if off your face when you got to the customer’s house?  Not having dealt with a plague era take-away before, I considered the logistics.  I lay all the containers out on the kitchen table, removed the lids then washed my hands for serving, later cleansing the table and containers to put leftovers in the fridge.  Apart from cold bhajis, it tasted great but I wondered if it was worth the money now I could cook a decent curry myself.   Phil said it was, for the variety.  He had seconds but I could hardly move after 1 plateful! We drank cava and watched a DVD movie double-bill.  My Way mad because it’s true, Doomsday because it isn’t.  The Neil Marshall offering from 2008 wrongly predicted how people would act in the midst of a pandemic, lockdown and Brexit but his fictional plague was far more interesting than the real one!

On a cold, grey Sunday, we stayed in.  Feeling whacked, I apologised for being boring but tried to stay upbeat.  Writing and telly-watching was punctuated by eating yummy leftovers.  Despite severe fatigue, I struggled to sleep, doubtless due to the weekend’s excesses.  Night-time brightness didn’t help.  I peeked through the curtains at shiny white clouds, then used the meditation soundtrack to fall into a fractious sleep.

Vaccinations reached 22k.  As part of the over 55 age group, we’d be next.  Susan Hopkins, PHE said the UK was in for a ‘hard winter’ with surges in flu and ‘other respiratory pathogens’ because lack of a recent flu season reduced immunity.  But wouldn’t that slow the spread and reduce the risk of mutations, as they argued for Covid?  NHS workers claimed a higher pay offer was already ‘baked in’, held demos and threatened court action.  Boris still insisted 1% was all the government could afford (but it could change when the offer was considered by the NHS Pay Review Body).  As Europe warned of legal action, Lord Frost wrote in The Torygraph to tell them to stop sulking over the UK’s unilateral decision to extend the ‘grace period’ until October.  Using the EU rule put in place 30th January*, France and Italy churlishly blocked AZ exports to Australia.  A record 2.9m Americans were inoculated on Saturday making a total of 90m.   The Pope spent the weekend in Iraq and held a poignant Sunday mass among the ruins of Mosul.

* Vaccine export transparency mechanism; subsequently extended to the end of June 2021.

References:

i. My haigas: https://wordpress.com/posts/mondaymorninghaiga.wordpress.com

ii. Valley Life Magazine: http://valleylifemagazine.co.uk/

iii. My Cool Places blog: https://hepdenerose.wordpress.com/

Part 25 – The Nudge Unit

A Flurry of Wets

Storm Francis Hits Landfall

On a sunny Monday, I forced myself up to do exercise, in spite of tummy ache. Posting blogs took ages as WordPress changed the format to something called ‘block editor’.  Unable to see how to align photos, I thought of changing back to ‘classic editor’, but that cost money.  I almost cried with frustration!  Eventually, Phil helped figure it out.  Allegedly the change was to make inserted pictures look better but I couldn’t see any difference.  The morning gone, I really wanted some rays but had to wait a while for the gripes to subside.  By the time we were ready to go out it was 3.30.  As usual, Phil needed the shop.  As we made our way to town, insisted on picking berries from a meagre crop of blackberries near the old builder’s yard. In the always-busy centre, we visited a couple of shops and lingered awhile near the river.  Back home, a pile of kids were clambering over our garden bench.  I told them off, then hovered to make sure they behaved, while a woman emerged from next door (probably the mother).  As she started taking photos of the kids posing in front of the wall, I said pointedly: “when you’ve quite finished with my garden, I was going to clean up.”  This was half-true; I had thought earlier of sweeping dead weeds into a binbag before the rubbish was collected early next morning but hadn’t felt up to it.  I  forgo a siesta in an effort to shift the interlopers.  it didn’t!  I swept up regardless and eventually they did move off, with the residents of next door, only to loiter further down the street.  Phil came out and made to help but I advised against it I was almost done and he had clean hands.  Stuffing a bargain quiche in the freezer, I discovered squishy Magnums.  We ate the messy but tasty treats outside to avoid spillages.

Watching catch-up on My5 in the evening, the internet bombed repeatedly.  And each time the programme resumed, we had to watch adverts, including for the thing we were trying to watch!  As the internet flaked out again right near the end of the last episode, we gave up.

Tuesday, I rose slightly later after a decent sleep, performed a few chores and was just about to sit with a cuppa, when the British Gas engineer rang to say he’d be half an hour.   A responsible, physically-distanced visit concluded with him informing us the central heating was functioning well.  Of course he had to give us the spiel about it being an old boiler and offering a quote for a new one.  “We Can’t afford it”.  We said in unison.  “Who’s got money for that type of thing right now?” I added. 

I worked on the journal in the afternoon but became unable to focus.  I briefly rested my eyes then switched to smaller tasks, including trying to book an Ocado delivery to find no decent slots, and texted some friends.  Needing a complete break from technology, I went upstairs, did yoga, and lay down to read and relax.  A variety of external noise made repose impossible.  With the arrival of Storm Francis, traffic splashed through surface water on the main road, goods trains careered by, and works vans revved.  Local news reported that heavy rain had caused flood sirens to sound but amongst the other racket, I didn’t hear them.   In fact, we seemed to get off quite lightly again compared to other areas of the country.  Not that that would be the case with the Co-op bank branch closures.  The lay-offs were bound to badly affect this region.

Boris called the BBC ‘wet’ for announcing they would not be singing the words to patriotic songs at the prom finale.  That was rich from the biggest wet going!  The WHO now advised all people over 12 to wear face-coverings.  Compulsory in school corridors north of the border, Tory MP Marcus WetFish called it ‘scientifically illiterate guff’ while our government refused to change the guidance.  Later, ministers announced a partial U-turn saying that in ‘areas of national intervention’, masks should be worn in transition areas.  Heads rolled in the form of Sally Collier, head of Ofqual (clearly a scapegoat for the recent debacle) followed the next day by DFE Permanent Secretary Jon Slater, with Boris passing the buck on a ‘mutant algorithm’ for the exam results fiasco.

A good day for Astra-Zeneca, they started trials of the catchily-named drug AZD7442.  Consisting of 2 monoclonal antibodies, extracted from people who’d had Covid-19, it was a preventative for those exposed and a curative for those infected with coronavirus, possibly effective for 6 months. Meanwhile, Trump planned emergency authorisation for the vaccine developed by AZ and Oxford University. 

A Brexit Interlude

Brexit Turnip

Newsnight reported on Brexit including a leaked dossier from the Cabinet Office.  Disaster planning included food drops on the Channel Islands, massively increased PPE and testing capacity (sic) and troops on the streets, to mitigate shortages and rioting.  This prompted much mirth at the prospect of turnips for Christmas dinner and a post on ‘Brexit Island’ for the first time in a while.

A Slightly Sad Day for Pie Fans

Overgrown Grocer’s Yard

Tummy issues re-surfaced on Wednesday.  Not helped by watching Jeremy Vine as I became incensed at Carol Gammon not getting challenged on her terrible mask ‘science’ with no one citing the recent research on their effectiveness. My tweet went unacknowledged.  Cleaning the living room rendered me exhausted and irritable.  After a coffee break, I worked on the journal until lunchtime.   Phil said he needed to go to the shop and asked if I wanted to come.  Still feeling uncomfortable, I agreed. On the way, we saw the elusive courgette grower for the first time, pruning his raised beds which take up whole chunks of pavement.  Errands done, we wandered round town and noticed the old grocer’s yard was very overgrown with the cobbles almost indiscernible beneath opportunistic grass and weeds.  Round the corner, we bumped into an old friend for the first time this year.  With similar mental health issues, we chatted about liking lockdown and fighting the system (having both recently won battles).

Last Sunday evening in Kenosha, Wisconsin, Jacob Blake had been shot seven times in the back by police as he entered his car where his children sat.  His family said he was paralysed from waist down.  Protests continued in several US cities and 2 people were shot dead by a white vigilante.  Melania Trump called for calm and not judging people on colour (sentiments not echoed by her husband).

Thursday started better.  A submission for the next issue of Valley Life magazine was due.  I worked on a draft and was quite pleased with ‘Autumn Symphony’ if I say so myself!  On the market, I waited ages at the fish van as the queue hardly moved.  I would never get how some people could afford to buy up practically everything  on the stall, with the price of fish these days!  It made my bit of trout look meagre.

The government announced payments of £13 per day for people on benefits asked to self-isolate in the ‘high risk areas’ of Blackburn, Pendle and Oldham, with possible roll-out if the pilot worked.  Council leaders called the nudge a ‘slap in the face’.  Czechia, Switzerland and Jamaica were added to the travel quarantine list, starting at the now habitual time of 4.00 a.m. Saturday.  A pamphlet was issued saying 5g was safe. I doubted the hippies would take any notice.  It was a sad day for pie-eaters as a Covid-19 outbreak hit Greggs distribution in Leeds. And a sad day for latte-drinkers.  Pret A Manger shed branches and staff, confirming our prediction that all the economic nudging to keep coffee shops afloat was a waste of money. 

A Very Sad Day for Marvel Fans

RIP Black Panther

Friday was positively yukky.  Suitably attired for the stormy conditions, I embarked on the weekly co-op shop.  A woman reached into the chiller cabinet, picked up packs of humus, peered at them for ages then put them back.  Waiting on the other side of the aisle, impatience got the better of me.  As she moved slightly to the side, I took a large stride and reached in to quickly grab what I wanted saying “before you touch very single one!”  Inevitably done in when I got back, I took time to recover before starting work on a 2021 calendar based on my haigas.

Local restrictions were due to be eased from weds 2nd September, for most of Bradford, Calderdale and Kirklees, but not Halifax, Batley, Dewsbury, Bradford City or Keighley.  With the picture also patchy in the GMC area, it looked blatantly racist.  Big news in Metro but not even mentioned on telly news, fast-tracking of licensing was proposed to enable the use of vaccines before the end of the year.  To coincide with the new school term, and with 9/10 people wanting to stay working at home, government planned adverts aimed at getting people back to workplaces. Announced by Grant Shatts, hypocritically from his house, ‘Inside the Nudge Unit’ took pride of place on the bookshelf behind him.  Obviously where he got all his tips.  Printed media reported that they’d threatened redundancy if people stayed away from the office.  The last time I looked, the government had no jurisdiction over individual workplace policies, thus had no right to say that.  Labour MP Lucy Powell called the comments ‘unconscionable’ and Sturgeon said workers should not be intimidated into going into offices.  Indy Sage accused the government of abdicating responsibility, saying what was really needed was a functioning TIT and a ‘workplace charter’ to ensure safety: “Threats and slogans won’t get us out of this pandemic.”

Sadly, Chadwick Boseman aka Black Panther, died aged 43.  He’d suffered with bowel cancer for 4 years but continued working – a great loss to the comic film industry. 

A Rude Awakening

Haiga – Impressions i

Saturday morning, I tried to sleep late but had to get up for the loo.  Bad enough having to go so early, there was then a very loud impatient rapping on the front door.  Phil belatedly started down the stairs, asking “did someone knock?”  “It’s probably kids.  Ignore it.  They’ll be  gone by now anyway.”  Phil went back to bed.  I went down to fetch tea and saw a Post Office card for him with illegible sorting office collection times.  He’d been invited to take part in a trial.  Also from Imperial College, but different to mine, it was to see if he actually had Covid-19.  Having filled in the on-line questionnaire he awaited the testing kit which was probably the contents of the package.

As dismal weather persisted, I worked on the journal and 2021 calendar.  Then I made a banana and date loaf (eating some warm out of the oven with lunch), and  Phil cut my hair.  I was just cleaning up afterwards when he shouted down to the kitchen very loudly, making me jump!  Thinking something bad had happened, he mildly asked what we still needed from the shops.   Gone ages, he eventually returned to say town was packed with drunks outside all the pubs.  The traditional bank holiday weekend shenanigans, despite the awful weather.

Bright at first, Sunday soon reverted to type.  I had a terrible night.  Coupled with dismal conditions, I was disinclined to go out, and Phil equally so.  I continued 2021 calendar designs and nicked the new cover haiku for use in my weekly blog.  The rest of the time, I watched telly, bemoaning the severe lack of Bank Holiday specials – not like the old days!

Days before the new term yet more guidance for schools was issued with different tiers: tier 1 – all in school.  Tier 2 – rota system for secondary pupils, (if  a rise in cases).  Tier 3 – secondary pupils work at home.  Tier 4 – full lockdown (last resort).  Meanwhile, universities warned that students returning risked a ‘second wave’.  They should have thought of that earlier.  ‘Unite for Freedom’, an anti-lockdown protest inhabited Trafalgar Square and coppers broke up illegal gatherings.  There was a huge rave in wales and in WY police issued 8 £10k fines, mostly in Leeds.  A flight from Zante contained infected people.  Appalled fellow passengers claimed TUI didn’t enforce mask-wearing and failed to inform people for 5 days.  In response, the company said a full investigation would take place.

References:

i. My haigas: https://wordpress.com/posts/mondaymorninghaiga.wordpress.com