So, today is the day when pubs,
bars, restaurant, cafes and hairdressers etc. will be allowed to open again.
They are supposed to adhere to very strict guidelines for social distancing.
The TV and radio have been full of the news. Outside presenters are talking
about all the excitement and that tonight is expected to be busier than New
Years Eve. Well if that is the case, how in Gods name will they get the newly
released public to stay two metres behind the person in front of them on a
single blue line on the way in and
single red line on the way out of the
building? If it is a free for all like New Years Eve generally is, the crowd
will be shoulder to shoulder in the pub and outside where they are expected to
sit at tables the required distance apart.
Old witch that I am, looking in my crystal ball I can tell you this. It
ain’t gonna happen. This is not a country where young people do as they are
advised. The pub and club crowd will take it that the whole annoying period is
all over.
My husband and I are still
looking at this time through spectacles of a normal hue and not the rose tinted
variety that is so popular just now. We will not be going out to eat or meet of
mates inside anywhere for a while yet still. This is even in the light of the
almost up to date- and may possibly be accepted as true- if you are that
gullible-lowering death figures. Oh and of course that is provided you don’t
count the couple of cities that are having a serious second wave.
We both think we will take a
look at how things are at the end of this month. As a pair of older people we
took our own advice in the early days of this virus outbreak and we will rely
on our own assessment of the state of the world as to when we consider it safe
to go out in company again. By this coming Monday it will be 18 weeks for my
own lockdown and 17 weeks for Steve. Even if a couple of weeks pass in the UK when there
are no recorded deaths from Covid 19 at all, we will still be careful for a
while. Neither of us sees a day ahead yet when we will go out to dinner or
visit the theatre or cinema or (heaven forbid) go to a party for the rest of
the year quite frankly. We are happy with our open air outing every other day
to run in the woods or over the downs.
Last evening after dinner
Steve and I made ourselves comfy and settled down to watch La Bohème from the
Royal Opera House at 7 pm. We knew it would all end in tears because we have
seen this opera a number of times but none the less we did both end up in
tears. It was beautifully sung and took us away for the nasty world outside for
2 hours (no interval time) and still tucked up in bed well before 10pm.
At 11.30 I was woken up by
the wind blasting away at the doors and windows. Steve sleeps through anything
and so it was me who got up the close all the windows that we had been leaving
just cracked open at night. Having gone into every room in the house to batten
down the hatches I was then wide awake, as was our little cat Birdy who had
another noise to cope with. In addition to the wind, her ex boy friend, the big
fluffy tom cat from down the street had come to call in the middle of the storm
and was belly aching alarmingly because I had shut the garden door to the garage,
where he has been known to shelter in bad weather.
I made myself a hot chocolate
and played on the computer for half an hour until I felt sleepy again and
thankfully the alarm was not set too early because Steve had designated today a
rest day in readiness for a big bash on the turbo trainers tomorrow to mark the
day when we should have been in Klagenfurt for Ironman Austria.
This morning Steve was ready
for his appointment to have his hair, beard, and eyebrows cut to a close race
level. This is the second time he has made race preparations for one of the
important races that have been put off until next year. This is the earliest by
a long way that we have ever had a full list of important races set in stone
for the next year. Our 2020 race programme now has moved forward and is
re-titled race programme 2021 with one extra race on it. Ironman 70.3
Venice-Jesolo in early May.
Birdy sat and grumbled the
whole time while I carefully snipped away at Steve’s hair and beard and after a
while, had one of those maniac tear abouts, know only to cats, when she
declared war on one of a couple of long shoe laces that we leave on the
banisters for her to play with. At one point she sat completely still but
looking quite mad with the lace around her shoulders like a chain of office,
then howled appallingly as she dragged it downstairs for the kill. Talk about attention seeking.
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