The Corona Diaries – Day 77

That’s eleven weeks in isolation. Today’s my birthday! My first birthday in lockdown – not quite the same as usual. I hope they’ve got something sorted before my next birthday!

From Monday the rules are relaxed. I’m not sure that’s a good idea. 4 of the scientists involved have gone on record saying that it is too early. But there are still 2,500 new cases a day! That’s a lot. But Johnson is pressing ahead.

It seems to me that a lot of people think it’s over. Places are crowded and social distancing is not being observed. I predict a big second surge. People are too daft.

Speaking of which – Cummings is still in place (even though his eyesight and morality is poor). The situation with Emily Maitliss is still uncertain. For her to be castigated for speaking out about Cumming’s ludicrous story is absurd.

Today I walked up my hill in glorious sunshine and was brought to a halt at the top. In front of me a family of stoats, eight in all, crossed the road twenty paces in front of me. It was a wondrous sight. The way they sinuously moved, so fluid, bobbing and sleek. They disappeared into the long grass of the verge. I have seen the odd stoat and weasel in the past but never a whole family of them. It made my day. They were so incredibly beautiful.

Nature was buzzing and all the world was one.

Back home I am still angry over the political fiasco so for today’s music I chose Gang of Four. I’ve been pounding out political punk! Great stuff.

It’s been a good day. We had a family zoom. I saw my son with nice presents. I’ve even got a cake.

Apart from Covid and politicians (capitalists and the people damaging the environment) – all is right with the world!

I hope you enjoyed your day half as much! We’ve survived another day.

Stay safe.