Another very cold day in Yorkshire. The birds were singing and their notes were falling out the sky like snowflakes.
We set off to walk into Driffield but it was too slippery underfoot so we put it off until tomorrow!! I was thinking about all those people in Alaska, Norway, Grimsby and Sweden who are used to this level of cold all the time and think nothing of it. But I’m an English wimp with tropical blood. These people from colder climes get themselves prepared. They say stuff like ‘It’s all a matter of clothing’. I’m sitting here in twelve jumpers and three pairs of jeans and I’m still cold (plus I can’t move!). I imagine that in Alaska a day without five feet of snow and above -15 C is considered balmy. But then they do have specialised equipment. They have heated boots that melt the snow as their foot comes down so they never slip and fall on their arse. Their trousers are equipped with snowploughs for deeper snow. Their glasses are equipped with laser beams.
I just want to move to Africa!!
Anyway, the sun has shone all day. It supposedly has a surface temperature in excess of 6,000 degrees, but I couldn’t feel it!! It looks around the same size as in Summer and that can scorch the skin off you like some paint stripper. I’ll never understand Physics.
In lieu of outside exercise I’ve been working on my room, moving stuff around, sorting out more shelves, putting up posters. Still a way to go but it is beginning to come together. It’ll be good when it’s done. I can start forgetting where everything is all over again!
Meanwhile, out in Coronaland, Johnson didn’t have to worry about organising his room; he just got Lulu in to smarm everything in breathtakingly grotesque fluorescent crap. I think having decor as gaudy as that must do your head in. No wonder he can’t think right. He’s being blitzed with Lulu’s extremely expensive, extravagant, bright and showy mindblitz. Enough to make anyone SHOUT!!
That clearly demonstrates that being extremely rich and entitled does not provide you with taste. It also shows that a fool is easily parted from his money. I mean, £840 a roll for wallpaper that looks like a bad acid trip!
Anyway, Lulu has made enough out of it that she can give up her singing career!! At least something good has come out of it!!
Not that Johnson ever intended to pay for any of it himself. He had his backhanders sorted, didn’t he? Wallpaper for great exhibitions! Favours for cash. That’s the way a sleazy government works.
What did they all get in return for all those sleazy untendered contracts??
When are we ever going to have anyone looking into all of this ‘criminal’ activity??
So, yesterday, there were another 179,731 new cases with 231 deaths!!
The virus is spreading into the older, more vulnerable groups. Nurses and doctors are dropping like flies, but that’s OK. The cleaners are taking over primary care. The collapse of the NHS is all part of the Tory plan.
The army is taking over until such time as the US firms can get set up to take over! They’ll soon be more than enough beds for all who can afford it.
I had to laugh at the plight of Novax Jokeovic. Being rich and famous should surely mean that you are exempt from all the laws the minions have to follow?? It works for Johnson, Trump and Bolsonaro! Being able to hit a ball better than other people means you should be free to spread the virus to all those who are not as good at hitting a ball!!
As the workers drop out with Covid and the NHS slowly sinks Javid says ‘We’re in for a rocky few weeks’. (That’s political speak for – a lot of you plebs are going to die! A lot of you nurses and doctors are going to suffer PTS, exhaustion and going to crack up). When asked about Plan B Johnson says: ‘ Err, golly gosh, err, do you like, er blah, my new wallpaper?? Oh blithering buggery, I didn’t mean to mention that!’ Novax Jokea vic said: ‘Covid? What Covid?’ Rees-Mogg says: ‘It’s all in hand. There’s no crisis. My companies have bought up lots of shares in US Medical Companies. They are poised. They’ll be plenty of beds for anyone who can afford them!’
So the sun slowly sets on another day in Tory Britain. The classrooms are covered by childminders, the hospitals by anyone and the army, hungry children are wondering when daddy’s going to get in from his third zero-hours job of the day and why Mummy is spending so much time out late in those high heels, people are turning off the central heating and saving up for a gallon of petrol, and Tory MPs are checking out their stocks and shares and looking where to invest the latest windfall from their successful lobbying while lying back in the Caribbean sun.