Part 1 was published here yesterday.

 

Jago and Ami are all for this of course, having brought their children up to believe everything that St. Greta has told them about saving the planet and all that.  Jago can easily work from home as he is a web-designer and Ami could too at a pinch, working as she does as a media analyst for a glossy called The Organisational Management Times. The only thing stopping them is, of course, the distractions caused by the children, who will become bored with watching films on Netflix and the like and chatting on social media with their friends.  There is, after all, only so much you can upload to Facebook or Instagram when you are stuck in the executive style detached country ‘home’ in the middle of some estate, and the garden is so small that they can’t play croquet on the lawn let alone exercise Honey the golden retriever. Not of course that you would want to play anything on the lawn after Honey has been using it for exercise and other natural inclinations for the last three weeks, as obviously we can’t take her to the common for fear of meeting other people, and we are so into keeping our social distance; not that that is so hard to be honest as we wouldn’t know our neighbours if we met them in an upmarket supermarket queue.

So what it seems to me we have actively built here is a more divided Britain.  The remainers and their friends in the BBC and that other lot see this as an ideal way in which to attack Boris, Brexit and those uneducated people who don’t realise how important it is to wash your hands (so thick in fact that they can’t see how important it is to stay in, isolate and work from home as we all must do if the social order and the economy is to survive).

Mungo had a total shock this morning when, being woken at an ungodly hour by noises outside, he found to his horror that the environmental collection officers had ignored the advice in the press and were NOT working from home. To make matters worse the neighbours, the ones who have real jobs and actually do something rather than be tied to a computer in a modern office block, complete with non-specific gender coffee machines and toilets, were actually going to work.  How dare they?!

Walking up to the village shop (as I always do being mindful of my carbon footprint) to buy some produce – either grown locally or imported from someplace where it had been produced by people earning a fraction of the UK’s minimum wage and who do not produce any carbon footprint at all, I was struck by the number of people who were obviously going to work, although of late there do seem to be fewer people driving cars in their hi-viz yellow jackets, and in town the number of people wandering around window shopping or buying breakfasts and morning coffee appeared much reduced.

It would seem that many of the retired and unemployed have taken the advice of the media and are staying at home.  This will of course have a severe knock-on effect on the local economy, let alone the national one, but hey, as Mungo says, it’s an ill wind etc. and some will profit, (as one 13-year-old did who made all of £9 selling a shot of hand sanitiser for 50p a shot, much to the annoyance of his school who, rather than applaud his ‘get up and go’, sent him home for apparently breaking school rules).

Yes, they will, but although Mungo thinks others will suffer but not him, he may well be in for a severe shock. If this gets as bad as the media hopes (for that is how it seems), they may like to give a thought to how those who are not on the payroll of local and central government, NGOs and the charities will fare.  The panic they have induced will have a severe effect, not only on the many small business people operating as sole owner workers, many of whom are only a month or two at best away from financial hardship, but also how services they take for granted are going to work or cope. The courier that delivers all that stuff from Amazon, home deliveries of food from the supermarket, the plumber who arrives to fix the leak that Ami has no clue how to fix, or what happens if the fuel tanker drivers are off sick or the emergency services, including hospitals, suddenly find their staff are off sick.

Then Jago you are going to find that life as a well-off millennial is likely to change, as one Jezza said recently, ‘forever’.  Then you may find Ami that virtue signalling and worrying about the future ruined for you by older people as they have caused all the worlds woes, is not enough, you may well have to learn to cope with a much reduced standard of living, what emote will you use then on your social media? It won’t be woke because, as we have seen already, it’s an illusion and a dream and it will come back and bite you, just as the older more experienced people in the community warned.

Goodness me, it seems that world is not that benign place we, in our ever-increasing standards of living, thought it was. When ‘push comes to shove’ we’ve found – as other generations have – that an event can change your life.  It seems now that ‘open borders’ and offshoring industry and commerce may, for the many, be not be such a good idea, and that we quite like our governments making decisions on our behalf.

We are, according to the last prime minister, part of an ‘international rules-based society’, and according to the one before that ‘all in it together’. The next few weeks are going to show us in real time how that will work out, and I have to say, from where we are now that  does not look promising.

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