Walking early yesterday morning I remembered that this was the last day before the clocks change to signify the ending of BST, which seems to have flashed by since March despite all the trials and tribulations, false starts and hopes that have come and gone.
At least we have the memory of a beautiful spring and summer, pity that for many, most of it was confined to visiting seaside beaches or parks, where it seems their presence was not really wanted by locals. For thousands, summer was a ‘homecation’ – the only choice being their garden – even if fitted out with new garden furniture, as we had guessed correctly that this would go on for most of the summer and we would be ‘working from home’ for the foreseeable future.
How nice for the fortunate public sector workers and the political class, shielded from job and economic worries by that nice Mr. Sunak. We’ve even been able to sign up for a new car, on a PCP deal of course, they make such sense and with the money we’ve saved on the commute, we’ve even purchased a new run-around to use for the odd trip into town and to the office. Not that we are expecting much of that, working for the council as we both do, word has it now that we won’t be asked to go back to the office until at least next January.
Mind you all this is starting to cause resentment from some. Ellie has even heard the odd comment from other parents when she has been dropping off the kids at the school! Some have worries about the future now that they have either been put on restricted hours, are facing redundancy or are already redundant and living on something called Universal Credit payments, which means that their kids can get free school meals, which seems fair enough, but apparently some think that free meals should be carried on during the school holidays! Others, though, think that that is a bit much really and that feeding your kids is the responsibility of parents as do most MPs, while ignoring or forgetting that House of Commons meals and drinks are subsidised by the taxpayer.
Anyway, people unable to look after their kids need to start looking around for another job – apparently there’s plenty of work around, didn’t that national supermarket chain announce this week that they will be creating 11,000 new jobs between now and Christmas?
Although that maybe easier said than done in much of Northern England, Wales and Scotland, now politicians have more or less decided to close down much of the economy for the duration and your guess is as good as mine how long that will be. Guess work seems to be the latest strategy at the moment, particularly when you are paid from the public purse and have little chance of being made responsible for your guesses – sorry – predictions.
Anyway, that nice Mr. Sunak has everything under control. It’s quite amazing how, with a little thought, he and the treasury have found billions and billions of pounds to pay for everything. It’s a good job his predecessors saved all this money from the cuts they made.
Not that personally we’ve saved at all, pointless really as there is virtually no interest on deposit accounts, and there have been so many bargains to be had over the last few years on anything you want. It’s been unbelievable. Until this Covid malarkey started we’d been able to have two separate holidays abroad each year and several short breaks.
Not that that looks likely now that Boris has closed most of the air bridges, and we did see the other day that an airport in the Midlands has dozens of aircraft parked up waiting to be scrapped and there are so many cruise ships sitting idle off the east and south coasts, we thought of taking Hannah and Jacob down to see them during half-term week. It’s quite a sight apparently.
I wonder what’s happened to all the crews now that there is no work? I suppose they’ve been made redundant. Anyway, their redundancy pay will see them all right and they can also go on one of those retraining courses.
Only last week Dad was talking to the supermarket delivery driver who told him that he’d been a pilot for one of the holiday airlines, and oddly enough the driver the week before told him that he’d was an entertainer and had had his ‘season’ on a cruise ship cancelled this year due to the pandemic.
But it just shows doesn’t it that you can get a job if you really want one. Most of the doom and gloom on TV and in the newspapers is just made up for sensational headlines.
Sarah’s mum and dad, both retired from teaching, say that they really didn’t know what all the fuss was about. They thought that the gloom in the press and on the TV was about people being irresponsible and going out to pubs and clubs and having parties so more restrictions were a good thing. We have to make sure everybody is safe and as long as everyone obeys all the rules and is carefully wearing masks in the street and everywhere, everything will soon return to normal.
It certainly seems that this, for most of the last six months, was the prevalent attitude of middle England, certainly of those living here in St. Mary on the Wold, where life has as gone on much as normal, although cracks are beginning to show. Some have had their hip replacement op postponed, it’s difficult to see the doctor and standing outside the pharmacy to wait for one’s repeat prescription is a bit of a bind, particularly now it’s cold and rainy.
This morning, n the local shop that has continued trading all through the emergency, people were voicing comments about the new restrictions being different and confusing, particularly in northern England, Wales and Scotland.
This is not what we thought devolution was, said one. Another wanted to know why things that were safe in the Wold were not safe in Coventry, which is only 50 minutes away.
Most agreed that the restrictions just did not make sense. I did venture the opinion that maybe much of this would probably prove to be not only a waste of time but probably illegal, but that was met with some odd stares.
“Why,” one lady asked, “would a Conservative government, particularly this one led by Boris, want to take on all these draconian powers unless it was to keep us all ‘safe’?”
Why indeed? you may ask. At that I paid for my milk and using the now customary salutation ‘stay safe’ I collected the dog from the dog-tethering point and we made our way back across the fields, ruminating that for a minute or so there may well have been seven of us standing in the shop or just outside and wondering if this was legal; one can never be sure.
What was clear though, as I turned and walked towards the east, was the sun was rising and, as full dawn broke, the sky was a blazing red colour. As we say here in the country – well, the older people do anyway – ‘red sky in the morning – shepherds warning’. Something the masses and the political class need to heed.
Positive thinking or fear – part 2 will be published here tomorrow.