I trust you are safe and well.
It was almost that I didn’t write my diary today as I’m feeling pretty, what’s the word?
Oh I know, mmeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh.
But then I figured, hey, if I do manage to avoid The-Virus, I can look back on this and laugh one day.
And on that cheery note.
I forlornly styled my hair into a Vicky Pollard ‘up-do’ and set off for my daily essential shopping trip.
Apparently, as if seemingly to vex me, the store had changed the queuing regulations overnight. Having quickly fallen foul of the dictates of the little blue foot shapes on the floor, I dragged myself, my milk and my shame to the back of the line and despondently pondered when, and if, this will ever end.
While the pondering was happening, my reflectery stumbled upon a question mark.
How exactly is this lockdown going to end?
What is the pre-vaccination exit strategy?
Surely every country in the world is going to have to starve The-Virus of hosts in exactly the same time and manner for it to completely be eradicated.
If it’s not completely eradicated and even one Viruslet survives, it will simply pull a Terminator style comeback and reinfect the people who have not either died or already been infected and recovered.
Which pretty much equates to anyone who hasn’t already had it, and the very elderly and vulnerable for whom the whole lockdown shielding has been implemented in the first place.
Are we just going to keep old people in storage for the year it’s going to take till some science-dude comes up with the vaccine?
Off the top of my head, the King (or whatever he is) of Belaurus thinks the whole drama is total pants and health advice for his peasants has been to play ice-hockey, drink vodka and get a bit of kip.
So, to summarise, the guy in charge of safety and security in that particular country has enough booze in his system to flambé a lamb chop and his regulations regarding The-Virus pretty much amount to Netflix and chill.
In many parts of South Africa, admittedly the absolutely poverty stricken parts, the population are either unable or unwilling to remain in the corrugated shanty-shacks that they’re sharing with six other people all day and night.
Can’t say I blame them but not sure how, without creating ghettos, The-Virus can be contained in that situation.
Canada is struggling to prevent cases migrating across the border from the US as many Canadian health care workers are employed in US hospitals, and to be fair, across the US as a whole, the state by state approach is less than consistent.
Given the squirrelly nature of the reasons for the initial outbreak in China, I’d say it would be prudent to be incredibly suspicious of any claims they are making vis a vis certainty that they’ve completely got it all sorted now.
Maybe they have got this version of The-Virus sorted, maybe they haven’t, but since they’ve reopened the revolting live markets again, they’re sure as shit working hard to start beta testing The-Virus 2.0.
That’s pretty much what I was thinking about in the supermarket this morning.
Where’s a potassium chloride filled syringe when you need one.