Over three weeks in isolation and we’ve had a day that had some set timelines and they were tighter than I thought. There are two consequences that flow from this.
The first is I ran out of time to do everything I needed to do. The things that were cut were all corona related which means I’ve had a totally virus free day today. I think I’ll have to repeat that exercise at least once more this week.
The second outcome is that this update is short pithy and to the point. It will be interesting to see who picks up on the news within which we have held off Facebook at this stage though I think it’ll hit that platform at some point in the morning – more to follow.
Tonight was the first evening we ran an experimental watch party – the film was chosen by one in the group and was you’ve guessed it, little shop of horrors. Vaughan hadn’t seen it before. I counted fives sniggers, two chuckles and one belly laugh. Plus he’s sung the main theme twice since. That’s something of a succecss. Some technical glitches, but we’ll try to iron them out before the end of the week when we try an improved service.
Until this point the little shop of horrors referred to the Payless store in the next street. Their stock is a bit limited as are their manners – it’s often a toss up as to whether you get short tempers or short changed – hence the name.
Having said that I’ve always persevered with them and just been terribly British and if there is nothing said when handing back change I just smile broadly and say ‘No, thank you.’ I think it’s had the desired result. It must have done as they now tip me off as a ‘local customer’ when they have eggs, pasta or toilet roll.
The other piece of news relate to the addition of the tenth and sixteenth letters of the alphabet to the Mem’Sahib’s monica. I couldn’t be happier and more proud of the achievement and willingness to give back to the community through this route.
It was in August 2018 that the application was submitted and around nine months later that the interview took place. (The wheels of justice are not known for their lightning speed). We were aware that an appointment had been recommended, but it took a further year until the appointment was confirmed.
So the area has a new justice of the peace once he’s been sworn in officially which may yet be another 3 months. I always told him he’d end up in Court one of the old Bailey – and as that’s where the swearing in takes place … Richard was correct.
Day twenty two in the corona house is a day that brings a few previous strands together. It’s a day that I find myself writing a piece I would rather not write. However, I do so with the intention of being a critical friend.
In the last week we’ve been in uncharted waters, unknown territory – pick the cliche of your choice. I don’t think we realise the scale of what is likely to hit the UK and the US over the coming fortnight and I’m reluctantly in favour of the quarantine measures being put in place by the government which strike me as proportionate, reasonable and required.
Before we forget why those restrictions are being put in place, take a look at the current cases graphs for a number of countries based on their WHO submissions.
The near classical exponential growth curve in magenta represents the United States and demonstrates pretty well what happens where there are minimal restrictions put in place. The more linear blue line beneath it represents Italy which we all consider to be the European hotspot. I regret to say I fear it is as nothing to what is about to unravel in the States. The increasing inclines beneath that of Italy show a range of responses but all are characterised by varying degreees of control over movement and similar restrictions. While it is too early to tell, this may indicate that such measures do provide some means of slowing the viral spread. Let’s hope that’s not naive optimism but for today I’m going with it.
However, not all countries have moved to restrict their populations. Sweden remains almost uniquely determined to remain open largely as usual. The government there remains reluctant to impose restrictions on personal liberty citing it as not in the cultural DNA of the Swedish to do so. Whether this is sensible is, of course, a different matter. The lack of control over social gatherings, the lack of social distancing and no limits on travel may account for the recent rise in the figures being declared by the country. For me the libertarian arguments, though persuasive have to take a temporary (and I stress temporary) secondary importance to that of the greater public health issue.
However, I am now concerned that the policing in place to handle what we all agree needs to be enforced is at risk of damaging public trust and must change.
I must admit to hesitating before writing this post as it feels difficult to be apparently critical of former colleagues. However, events in recent days have led me to believe it would be unhelpful in the longer term not to speak out now. I don’t criticise the overwhelming majority of police officers who do a tought and largely thankless task. However, the approach being taken by some to the corona virus shows a form of policing that I don’t recognise. Were I to take it at face value, it would be more in line (in its worst cases) with totalitarian regimes. I felt the direction of travel sitting less and less comfortably with me over the last 48 hours. Now, I see increasing criticism on social media – but then again that’s only to be expected. It’s harder to ignore similar levels of concern being expressed in the media and print newspapers – but again, mainly in the tabloids so maybe that doesn’t count. Yet still that niggle of doubt persists. Something in the current approach is wrong. In the spirit of critical friend here’s why I feel that, why it may be the case and what we can do about it.
Interestingly, and for my money reassuringly, I’m not alone in my concerns in this space. Many barristers including a former advisor to the government on terrorism doubt the emergency legislation gives much of a steer about population level controls, but focuses more on actions at an individual level.
Then today, I read an article in which no less a figure than former supreme court Justice, Lord Jonanthan Sumption raised similar concerns. He branded the approach taken by Derbyshire constabulary among others as ‘frankly disgraceful’. He didn’t mince his words when saying this was the sort of behaviour that risked plunging Britain into a police state. (click here to read the article) Lord Sumption is something of a polymath being not only a barrister, respected knowledgebase regarding juris prudence, but he’s also a respected and rigorous academic historian. He doesn’t have a history of seeking to undermine either the government or bodies such as the police service. Importantly, he’s powerfully cerebral and will have thought through his comments.
While it’s too strong for me to say we’re approaching a police state, I do share his view that the behaviours to which he refers must be challenged when they are seen. Not to do so risks normalising them and that does in my view lead us to a much darker, less accountable and entirely non-concensual form of policing which I for one don’t wish to see in the UK. So what are the examples I have in mind?
A handful spring to mind. I don’t seek to claim they are representative. They may be examples of the ‘overzealous civilians in uniform’ referred to by Jonathan Sumption. However, they make it to the press with sufficient regularity that their wider impact cannot be ignored.
The first example reported by the sun (click here for article) shows an MPS police sergeant – not a green and inexperienced officer but a supervisory rank showing no discretion or in my view appropriate judgement. A shop keeper had marked the pavement outside his shop with washable chalk marking 2m waiting marks to allow his customers to maintain social distancing in line with government requirements. The officer concerned initially issued process on the basis of grafitti on the pavement. When the circumstances were explained by the store keeper the video reveals he was told it makes no difference if we all did this it would be anarchy. The process was subsequently withdrawn following press involvement.
The second example is of a type cited by Lord Sumption and relates to people travelling by car to a location for exercise, to walk their dogs or to simply regain some sanity. Thanks to a friend in Wiltshire who posted this example of a note left in the county on cars found at local open spaces. This isn’t limited to a Wiltshire practice and is broadly similar to notes issued by forces across the country. I would make two points about this approach.
The first I’m prepared to give them the benefit of the doubt about. If these ‘advisory notes’ (for that’s all they are) are posted in locations where large numbers are likely to congregate then they may serve a purpose in those limited circumstances, though not I would argue in the current form and wording. However, when you extend this to a couple with limited mobility who take their dog 2 miles into the local countryside to allow them to run then that just proves common sense isn’t that common.
The second, I’m not prepared to give the benefit of the doubt. The note is simply wrong. It purports to say that current regulations ban such actions – (the relevant legislation is available by clicking here). It clearly doesn’t prevent such activity. Nor does it limit the means by which you leave your house to take exercise, the proximity of that exercise to your house, the nature or form of that exercise. It most certainly doesn’t prohibit sitting on a bench mid-run or pausing between exercise activity. To say it does, to shame and potentially attempt to enforce against those alleged ‘breaches’ is just wrong. In my view it does nothing to build cohesion, place the police in anything other than the role of officious jobsworth and is in my view, a breach of the office of constable. The police have a proud tradition of upholding law – not ministerial guidance, not departmental or borough commanders fiat or interpretation of governmental guidance, but statute law. They should stick to that.
Linked to this strand are today’s examples in the Met and West Midlands where corner shops have been visited by constables to be told that although their shop may be open for bread, milk and the like, they may not have Easter eggs on display as these do not count as ‘essential goods’. Here we are firmly in Dagenham territory (beyond Barking). Why? Firstly the legislation makes no distinction between goods and essential goods their categorisation is entirely arbitrary. Secondly, I can think of three families with autistic young adults. They know it’s Easter and Easter means eggs. In those households, believe me Easter eggs would be pretty essential. Finally, the contact these officers had with the storekeeper and reportedly some of the customer base were entirely unnecessary at a time when we are all being asked to avoid them.
Finally, how are the police dealing with business as usual in these tricky times. They are keen to enforce against the public but is their own house in order? Some are, Kent police has developed a means of dealing with detained persons and those attending custody (such as solicitors, interpreters and appropriate adults) in a way that protect them, the detained person and maintains appropriate social distancing. I would urge all forces to follow their example.
I have not reposted large portions of text here but would refer you to https://twitter.com/MistressLuce2 who is a legal representative attending police stations in the West Midlands. In summary, multiple sources report detained persons are being held and processed without thought of social diststancing. Solicitors and others are being ‘required’ to attend police stations despite no facility for safe interviews even when either detainee or officers are showing symptoms. This is just unacceptable. Duty solicitors have declined to attend as is their right under pandemic situations. In response one police officer said if you don’t like it here don’t come. If your clients don’t like being in this environment maybe they shouldn’t commit offences. Putting aside the assumed guilt and the blatant disregard to the personal safety of all concerned it shows a one dimensional prosecutorial mentality.
Police officers undertake a variety of roles often in quick succession or at the same time. I’ve seen a detainee fit (epilepsy) more than once. At that point, your role switches from arresting officer to saving life and limb – from prosecution to protection. Officers know that police are of the communities they serve. However at times, stepping back from the immediacy events is required, you find yourself policing those in the bubble you observe without being part of that bubble. If you’re in that headspace, some of these actions can be understood through a different lens.
In my view the police need to switch back the prosecution and step up the protection (public health) approach. Nobody is suggesting those committing serious breaches of the law should not be dealt with. However, for breaches of the law not personal interpretations of a divisional commanders view of a ministers instructions.
I am aware of the argument that the cases above are merely poor examples and don’t reflect the approach of an entire force or policing in general. I would suggest if that were the case, we wouldn’t be seeing printed leaflets purporting to outline legislation where no such conditions exist. Even if these are just poor examples, there are too many of them. They undermine confidence in policing and show forces in a very poor and unnecessarily officious light.
Others say at this time I should cut the police some slack, allow behaviours that wouldn’t otherwise be acceptable. I would say to them it is because we are in such times that no such allowance can or should be made. Uphold and enforce the law not ministerial guidance or regulations. Remember the oath you swore at attestation … those last three words aren’t there for decoration.
“I do solemnly and sincerely declare and affirm that I will well and truly serve the Queen in the office of constable, with fairness, integrity, diligence and impartiality, upholding fundamental human rights and according equal respect to all people; and that I will, to the best of my power, cause the peace to be kept and preserved and prevent all offences against people and property; and that while I continue to hold the said office I will to the best of my skill and knowledge discharge all the duties thereof faithfully according to law.”
Day twenty one in the Corona house, three weeks already in self-isolation and normality seems so far away, I can’t quite remember what it was I would have been doing if I had the opportunity to go out. Nor can I really think of things returning to the way they were before this period of turbulance began.
It’s almost like those memories we all carry of holidays we’ve been on in unfamiliar (or semi-familiar) places. In those holiday memories, you recognise the places and yourself in those settings, you have common frames of reference, but somehow there is a sense of it being slightly detached from the normal viciccitudes of life. In that sense, we know those memories exist somewhere else, another country or in kinder times. I find, at least for me, that’s how the normality of just three weeks ago is starting to feel.
In truth, I suspect it’s too cold and windy a day for me to have been doing much outside today so no real loss. That brings me on to the wise words of a friend and part-time usher of mine who was brave enough to verbalise something I’d been thinking in relation to my own period of purdah. Jo, for that is her name, has just moved to Suffolk (virtually Belgium) and has whilst she settles in been rather more used to her own company than when she lived in London village.
She pointed out that her social life had been relatively quiet since the move so self-isolating wasn’t much of a change.
I laughed like a drain as we often share a similar sense of humour. On one level the sad thing was it applied equally to me – until fairly recently the time between weekends had been mostly solitary. As an only child and living in a rural area you get used to, or at least familiar with your own company. I’ve found the domestic solitary confinement easier to deal with than Vaughan has for example. Indeed in some ways at a time when I found myself in a fairly toxic working environment it was almost a blessing.
Just a moment – no work for twelve weeks, no daily commute or sociopathic boss, Taz is around all the time, I have a chance to rediscover things I enjoy and wine gets delivered to the door. – What were those bad bits again?
A positive to take from the situation, and there aren’t many came from the local news where two elderly ladies were thrilled with the extra calls and welfare checks over the past couple of months. They weren’t fools, they were clearly aware that catching the virus in their early eighties was not something to be risked. However, they were in their words ‘made visible again’. Those calls from NHS volunteers didn’t result in further medication, treatment or intervention, but it did increase their interaction with another human being to levels they hadn’t experienced for several years. Some food for thought for all of us. It would be sad indeed if once this is over we hadn’t learnt something from this.
Some things we found ourselves doing this week were certainly not on the radar two weeks ago. The idea was it would help us get through our time inside, however, it also appears to be helping some others. I think that surprised both of us, but it’s heartening to know.
In the past, it was suggested that I might get greater readership if I wrote shorter pieces which didn’t ask hard questions. Also, I was told a picture post was always a winner. I didn’t take up the advice mainly because my driver wasn’t numbers of readers, it was a way of reflecting on the world and a means of honing some writing skills. Well, that was the hope. Also, although I thought about their suggestions, I have always preferred to touch on meaningful subjects and others have already cornered the market on fluffy cat pictures.
So you’ll understand how both Vaughan and I were independently pleased and surprised to read some very kind words about the impact of both this blog and Facebook posts that took on some tough issues such as issues surrounding the scope and intent of the current emergency powers being implemented in the UK. A school friend of mine who’s been having a rough time this year said they gave him his morning intellectual challenge. We were both rather flattred and it makes the research and wordsmithing worth the effort.
Similarly, although Vaughan has always appeared to enjoy cooking, I had no idea he would be live streaming ideas in his Grub with V-Dub videos.
So far we have had Chicken Jalfrezi, Chilli and chicken cacciatore all of which seemed to be well received and Vaughan certainly enjoyed making them. I quite enjoyed filming them although I’ll have to take lessons from Les Colyer on how to manage in cramped conditions (someone seems to have a kitchen wall just where I need to be) with no real way to keep your subject in shot and see the viewscreen at the same time. I have a newfound admiration of his work. However, my prior theatre direction is coming in handy – let’s see how well the talent takes direction.
The encouraging thing is we’ve already had a few messages saying please do some more as they are giving us something interesting to watch in the evening, they allow us to keep in touch with what you’re doing and we’ve had some ideas for next week’s dinners. The good news is we have two more scheduled this week (spoiler alert Spaghetti Vaughnalaise and chicken in pajamas). Again, we’ve had fun making them and it appears others have enjoyed watching them – win, win.
Lastly, partly as a means of keeping occupied, catching up with friends and developing a means of doing something collective, we will be streaming some classic (and new) films and musicals to a watch party for friends.
What seemed like a good idea that might attract 3-4 friends, we have a group of over 35 friends who will dip in and out of evening streaming parties on Tuesdays (musicals), Friday and even a Sunday afternoon matinee. Hopefully the tech can cope – we’ll find out with our first attempt on Tuesday. It isn’t the same as seeing friends in the real world, but it does remind you we’re all in the same boat and judging by the facebook group managing the watch parties let’s people chat and stay in touch until such time as we can meet again in person. I’m not sure when that will be, but whenever it is – we’ll be fully brushed up on our film backlog.
It’s also reminded me it really is the little things you do that matter.
Today’s post took it’s title from one of my favourite musicals, Company. For those who like to hear the tracks it can be replayed on the control below.
My post today is to say the least brief. It’s approaching the equivalent of the one liner you sometimes see in documents – ‘page left intentionally blank’.
I had thought of missing a day and picking up again tomorrow unnoticed. However, that would have thrown the numbering into what my late aunt would have caused a state of chaso. (sic)
I was also concerned that some might read more into a day off that just a day off. To reassure, everything’s alright. I just need a day to let what passes as the brain regroup and generally to recharge some batteries.
We’ve been busy on social media related activities today. Vaughan’s new Facebook page/group (yet to decide which) for Grub with V-Dub is under construction. I’ve also been working on our first film and musicals watch party. Both have involved a fair amount of screen work today so my blog today is – Everything’s alright. I hope you are all well, safe and not too stressed by the current madness. This too will pass.
Back tomorrow when I shall sally forth and it’ll be on with the motley. Until then …
The title of this post is taken from Jesus Christ Superstar. For those who enjoy listening to the associated track, it may be played here.
I wouldn’t class myself as a dedicated Gilbert and Sullivan fan. As is often the case with those of us who like words, it’s the lyrics that grab my attention and often admiration. However, I’m far from an officionado of their cannon of work. That said, both yesterday and today, I’ve been unable to better their numbers for summing up the general feel of the blog post.
It sounds very strange to say nineteen isn’t a very high profile number. I suppose what I mean is it’s one of those numbers that don’t feature in promotions such as 3 for 2 or multi-buy purchases. It isn’t quantitative such as 12 or 144 (dozen and score) and it didn’t pull the whole goth unlucky stunt like 13 did. You don’t see it marking milestone birthdays or forming natural numerical divisions. Indeed, if it hadn’t been for Paul Hardcastle in the 1980’s it could have been almost as low profile as 37. That is until a little virus with a nominal number 19 attached boosted it into our collective consciousness.
The nineteenth day in the Corona house has been one dominated by lists. Vaughan finds them a mechanism to give the day a little structure, gain a sense of having completed something constructive and even finds it eases any background anxiety somewhat. I don’t, however, that didn’t stop him from making me one anyway which I’m pleased to report has been completed, or will be once this post has been completed.
I often raise a wry smile from those who know me well as I do have something of a capability to plan ahead. Vaughan famously quotes a planning spreadsheet for our wedding which had over 350 lines each representing a task. That was a bit of an exception, but you get the idea. I should warn the Royal Mail that I’m going to be calling on their Santa list a little early this year as I’ve been developing a corporate naughty or nice list.
It may be of some use to others to read through mine or even keep there own for those people or organisations we will remember for all the right or wrong reasons after this crisis has passed.
If as a reader of this blog you come across examples of companies or organisations to go on either my list for outstanding contribution or outstanding cockwomblery please feel free to add them with a little detail as comments to this post. If we have sufficient for an update or any amazing examples I’d certainly welcome everyone knowing about it.
So a quick run down of what caused some of those listed to land where they have. Let’s start with a few people and organisations from whom I would have expected more.
We all know the hospitality sector is being hit pretty hard. We also know it’s been given a fair bit of support in the last ten days. It’s one thing for the local chippie to shut temporarily, even though most haven’t, but what of millionaire celebrity chefs. Gordon Ramsey has reportedly laid off around five hundred of his staff from across his Michelin star and fine dining establishments. Multiple press reports indicate this was done with a meeting and confirmation by text reading:
I am writing to confirm that you have been given notice that your contract of employment will be terminated and you will be paid four weeks notice.
You will be placed on garden leave for the duration of your notice. Your P45, final holiday pay and any other monies owing will be forwarded to you in due course.
The staff have not had their posts held for them if/when the venues reopen and social media has been replete with staff spilling the proverbial if not literal beans claiming to have been ‘treated like sh*t’ by the celebrity chef. In a climate where businesses are straining to retain jobs these sweeping lay offs are not what I would expect from such a culinary luminary. I don’t think I’ll be going to Petrus any time soon even if I could afford the £300 per head (approx) for 3 courses and some vino.
Also in the ‘could do better corner’ are Rick Stein who has informed the staff in his chain of restaurants that they won’t be paid for the time the restaurant is closed although he has pulled up short of terminating their contracts. I must remember this the next time either of them praise their staff and say how endebted they are to them on their websites for example.
A similar criticism is levelled at Weatherspoons who won’t be paying their staff anything while they are closed and a particular mention in despatches for Mike Ashley of Sport Direct. He tried to stay open and keep the money rolling in – claimed his trading was vital to the welfare of the nation. Nice try Mike but no cigar this time.
So much for the wander down crass and clumsy crescent, what about a tour along quality street. Whatever you think of his vaccums or their big wagons, special mention should go to JCB and Dyson Plc for rising to the governments challenge and re-tooling some of their engineering lines to produce ventilators.
In a move which is either superb marketing or schere bravado – or possibly both, the Government asked Dyson to manufacture a few thousand ventilators to their specification. Dyson (in terms) said well we could, but why would we?
The Dyson factory in Wiltshire looked at the spec and the response was – well they’re just not very good are they. We can do better than that, which it appears they then set about doing.
Some criticise Dyson for moving some of their production offshore and I don’t seek to defend that. However, the first 10,000 ventilators redesigned, patented and in production in Wiltshire should be arriving with the NHS in mid to late April. I for one was impressed with not only the willingness to take on the task at all, but to do so in the same timescale whilst improving the end product. Dyson Plc is on this years nice list.
As time is pressing this evening, (I must shortly be a combination of barmand and cameraman – a combination not known for … well anything really). Vaughan is about to tackle chicken cacchiatori on Grub with V-Dub so I must get him wired for sound. For that reason only glowing mentions in passing for both Brewdolph Brewery in Oxforshire who have turned their brewing process into one producing hand sanitisers and their first 10,000 gallons will be ready later this week. Once the current madness is over I trust they have a nice side line in the making for their pubs – can’t think of a better way of cleaning those pipes out.
In contrast to Weatherspoon and those celebrity chefs, it’s worth singing the praises of a local brewery and pub chain. East Anglian Greene King brewers have told their tennants to stay in their pubs, keep their homes (most live on the premises) no need to pay rent consider it a fee for providing security to the premises – oh and by the way we’ll still pay your wages for as long as we can. – Odd how the multi million pound chains can’t manage it but a medium sized local business can. – Discuss.
Those of you who know me well will know I can have an inappropriate sense of humour at times, earlier this afternoon was one such time.
It may be wrong of me but I was both impressed and secretly amused to hear that the design and fashion chain Ralph Lauren have also joined the list of unexpected suppliers to the NHS. In what is a natural if unexpected fit, they will provide hospitals with surgical and protective masks. I have nothing but praise and thanks for them but couldn’t help but think – I bet they’ll leave the label on.
I could imagine disucssions between nursing staff. Dior? – No sweetie Ralph Lauren. I’m just waiting to hear that L’oreal are joinng the production efforts churning out masks emblasoned with ‘because I’m worth it’ Highly inappropriate possibly, but I’ve been isolating for nineteen days, you get your laughs where you can.
I hope we remember the relative actions and approaches of these organisations in our buying and patronage once we emerge from this rather bleak period. I will certainly try to.
Hoping to redeem myself however latterly, here are this evening’s Grub with V-Dub productions. Easy to follow and I can vouch for how tasty it is .. The chicken cacciatori isn’t bad either.
Now to look at some IT for watch parties. I don’t know how people manage this self- isolation …. there just isn’t enough time in the day.
Day eighteen and Vaughan and I have realised that we’ve fallen into a Borg transwarp conduit. It’s the only rational explanation.
Time seems to be travelling at a different rate to normal, we’re unsure if it’s quicker or slower, it’s become a bit of a blur. Of course it could be the fuzzy duck cider but all things considered it’s looking like Borg territory to me.
I noticed an emerging trend among friends yesterday. Many of them noted an increase in their levels of non-specific anxiety. Some people expressed this as a wish to see something positive on Facebook, others just said they were feeling stressed or taking a break from all the doom and gloom.
Last night, Vaughan mentioned the current circumstances are making him feel a bit edgy and he asked me how I was coping. I explained I was the child of war parents, I had lived through flares, space hoppers, deedly-boppers, tamagochi, the Bay City Rollers, seaside special and three seasons of Tenko. I’m pretty much bomb proof.
However, I did suggest that having the humerously named news channel on as constant background might be a contributory factor and maybe we should try something else. Vaughan took me up on my suggestion today and I have to say so far I’ve had better ideas. A little news this morning then cold turkey with a range of customs programmes, the point of which seems to be how much food you can smuggle into Australia, it was fascinating.
A short interlude at one o’clock wbere we caught up with the news headlines and swiftly onwards and downwards to something called Doctors. I have to say this was sixty minutes of back to back disasters, nothing medical as you might expect given the name, these were all wardrobe malfunctions of the highest order. Do the BBC not employ costume designers anymore? I for one thought Sirdar went out of business years ago, but it appears they are alive and well and shipping to Sandwell. If this is the future post redundancy, tomorrows episode will be brought to you by Morrisey and a bottle of voddy.
I did notice a style of commentary yesterday and again into this morning that I can understand but which is probably entirely unhelpful.
I get that lots of people don’t like Boris and didn’t want him in office. But could we put the sterile party politics to one side for just long enough to get through this shit storm? Some politicians from Conservative, Labour and SNP (Lib Dems have been silent it appears) are working across party boundaries and working in good faith. They are trying to hold the government to account for some areas where in my view, they rightly deserve criticism. Some however still can’t see beyond the tired blue, red debate. I for one think we can do better than that and intend to try.
I’ve been impressed with Jess Phillips as a powerfully motivated constituency MP though I disagree with many of her views. I’m even forming a view that I may have been wrong about Jeremy Hunt – but again that’s probably either the fuzzy duck or the transwarp conduits playing havoc with my reasoning.
We can all judge the government by our own criteria but is it too unrealistic to ask that party aliegence shouldn’t be one of them at this time. Three things I will judge this government and its response by follow – though I realise other people will have their own priorities. These are the three immediate things I would ask of Government.
Personal Protective Equipment for front line medical personnel. This is the type of protection an A&E doctor in South Korea is issued with and uses when dealing with Coronavirus cases. Protective splash undersuit, paper suit sealed over that, double gloved a viral protection mask (higher filtering capabilities), face and eye screen protection in the form of a headguard. In contrast, most of our doctors have a plastic gown some gloves and a far inferior face mask.
If we are to make it though this crisis without significant losses among those seeking to look after us we have to ensure all front line staff are properly protected. MP’s on all sides have pressed NHS managers to guarantee PPE has been delievered by the end of this week. Of course supply isn’t enough, it needs to maintain replenishment supply lines.
I would also move to provide police with much stronger protective gear. They deal with a high volume of interactions with the public each day. They run the risk of being high profile super spreaders if they are not protected from the public and we are not protected from them and by extension their last dozen contacts. If PPE cannot be provided then I believe we should be looking for a different type of interaction with routine policing during this time.
Priority testing for NHS personnel: The Government has been promising to ramp up testing from roughly five thousand per week to approaching 20,000 per week.
It is fair to say we’re one of the better examples of countries testing (around sixth in the list) but are still dramatically behind those states that have mass testing. The UK had carried out around 64,000 tests by 20th of this month. In contrast, South Korea had exceeeded 317,000
Most importantly, linked to PPE, we don’t know how many of those treating us on the front line are already infected but asymptomatic. Promises to ramp up are fine but they are only that – we need to be testing much more than we are, even now.
The third and last element is food delivery. I and many others have been told we should consider ourselves in at risk groups and remain inside. We should order our food online and take home delivery.
I would love to as I know would others. Sainsbury (as a case in point) doesn’t know I’m at risk but offers to allow me to register as a vulnerable customer, let joy be unconstrained. Though don’t bother trying to register. In a catch 22 style roundabout the website sends you to the help centre, which in turn sends you to the call centre.
After over 60 calls to the call centre, each with 3 minutes of guff before telling you they are too busy to help you, it refers you where? You’ve got it back to the start of the spin cycle by referring you to the website.
I do appreciate the pressure businesses are under but a simple self reporting webform with an auto-responder to confirm receipt would have stopped 59+ of my calls and presumably the same for the other thousands trying to get through. If you can’t support a process you’re better off not offering it at all. A constructive note to the CEO of Sainsbury has been acknowledged but no substantive reply has been received.
Today’s post title comes from Phantom of the Opera (at last). For those wishing to hear the track in question, it can be played by using the control below.
Today’s title comes from the Pirates of Penzance by Gilbert and Sullivan. For those who enjoy listening to the tracks it can be played on the control at the bottom of this post. Best known for the number about a certain major general, it also touches on how people deal with a crisis, how they tackle a dangerous enemy and the frustration of not knowing quite what to do for the best.
For those of you unfamiliar with Gilbert and Sullivan (no he didn’t sing Clair) let me introduce you to the Pirates of Penzance. It seems somehow appropriate in summing up day seventeen in the Corona house.
In 1878 Gilbert and Sullivan introduced us to a leader, the very model of a Major General who wasn’t the brightest, had been promoted far beyond his capabilities but completely unaware of the fact. In unrelated news, I was drawn to comments made by President Donald Trump in which he questioned whether the cure for Corona virus might be worse than the condition itself.
President Trump continued to state that the Country should be open by Easter. This is despite the fact that the line showing new cases in the US is tracking exponential growth with a need for 30,000 ventilators in the five boroughs of New York City alone.
The current world statistics show the US has over 61,000 cases of confirmed coronavirus, the vast majority being in New York, followed by Washington State (Seattle) and California (Los Angeles). In light of this his claim seems far beyond optimistic, it’s just detached from the reality of the situation. In a particularly crass comparison, he said:
And you look at automobile accidents, which are far greater than any numbers [of potential COVID-19 deaths] we’re talking about, that doesn’t mean we’re going to tell everybody no more driving of cars. We have to do things to get our country open.
So much for the major general. It did start me thinking though. Very often in a crisis, there is a sense of having to do something. It helps us with a sense of control, however false and gives the impression of activity. But does it help to rush to action? To return to the song inspiring this post, as you would see in a stage setting, it refers to the police being tasked to deal with something (the eponymous pirates) before they were ready and with no leadership.
Those of you who know me will know I’m usually a natural supporter of those who try to protect us. The thin blue line is thin enough and having done the job I know how challenging and thankless it can be. However, now more than ever, those exercising that power must remember than policing is by consent. I entirely support the breaking up of groups and enforcing the new public health restrictions on assembly. However, three examples gave me pause for thought today.
The first incident relates to the movement of around 12-15 people from Shepherds Bush green by the police. I wasn’t there so can only recount events second hand, but the photographs of the incident do seem to support the numbers and groupings.
Shepherds Bush Green is just under 8 acres in size. The 12-15 people were made up of groups of 2-3 people who claim to be household or family members. Each person or group were apparently well over the minimum distance for social gathering and it was not an event merely people taking some exercise and stopping in the nearest thing they have to a local park. I would have hoped that some discretion might have been exercised. If an example needs to be made (and it may) there would be better ones that this.
The second related to a group of four homeless men and women gathering outside Tesco on the Old Kent Road. They weren’t causing any issue and contact could easily be avoided. We observed three officers none of whom had PPE and none of whom were practicing social distancing attempt to move them on. Put aside the fact that apparently experienced officers were trying to have a detailed conversation (an animated one, with copious exchange of droplets inevitable) about public health with an audience who were under the influence (though in no way disorderly), had nowhere to move on to and were less of a virus shedding risk where they were. Also discount the fact that although keen to enforce the new policy it hasn’t yet become law so they are relying on what would previously have been called ‘hat and chat’ – reasoned persuasion. Put all that aside and I still have three questions for the MPS. Firstly given all ongoing calls at the time were four homeless people gathering in a group really the priority? Tesco confirmed they had not reported the incident taking the stance that they were static some distance from the store and were causing no problem.
For my money, if you are seeking to move people on in these circumstances you need to recognise they have nowhere to move to. Perhaps the focus should be getting those on the streets off them even if just for this crisis. You should also consider if they are gathering together sleeping rough in London, it’s probably as much for their personal safety as anything else. Finally, let’s assume they are carrying the virus – well now it’s likely so are three police officers and just for good measure they’ve dispersed those carriers to the four winds. Being seen to do something isn’t what we need. Doing the right thing is.
The third instance was when I was stopped while walking Taz this morning. The fact of the stop I didn’t mind, the way it was carried out I did. Three community support officers none wearing PPE and each no further than two feet from the others told me ‘I needed to stop and account’. I declined to go over to them and comply with their request (and pointed out it was a request). I asked if stopping me and trying to increase my contacts by three today was really necessary? Response came there none. I pointed out there was no requirement for me to stop and account, nor were the powers they purported to have law (they genuinely believed they were).
My point in both cases is not to second guess the police or community support officers. But I would hope that they exercise their powers appropriately and where necessary, not merely to be seen to be doing something. Presence is important but if it causes further unnecessary contact it’s entirely counter productive.
We have heard much of front line medical staff having no personal protective equipment (PPE) which is of course unacceptable. However, have we thought that police officers with no protective equipment are high risk of being superspreaders? I would be concerned both for the safety of those officers but also for that of the people with whom they come into contact. It was clear police officers were in enforce mode. In fairness, when it was pointed out they were not social distancing and were creating an unecessary contact they adapted. However, it simply hadn’t occurred to them this could be the case. I for one think it should. Perhaps food for thought.
Turning to more positive news, the sense of community in our particular part of Peckerwell has ramped up a notch. A Whatsapp group for the street has been the catalyst for kicking off some community action, but more of that tomorrow.
Given that we’re going to be inside for a good few weeks, we are looking at some ways to stay in touch with our friends, maybe make some new ones and break up what could be very flat weeks. Watch out for a regular watch party among other ideas, further news to follow.
One new development was the second episode of Grub with V-Dub, this time a Chilli con carne. Some better tech and a little rehearsal (I’m now mentally doing the told you so dance) resulted in a more polished output which Vaughan seemed to enjoy making. I helped out with the camera work and certainly enjoyed eating the chilli.
Perhaps what was more surprising was that our neighbour in the basement flat came up with the same idea. Perhaps it isn’t surprising given that he has previously made his living as a chef. However, it was an odd coincidence that two kitchens, one above the other were both recording meals cooked for social media at pretty much the same time. Tom’s video is available on youtube and I suspect there may be more than the one. Here is the most recent edition.
Plenty to keep you occupied until tomorrow’s installment which (spoiler alert) gives me another 24 hours to try and get through to one/any of the help centres supposedly in place to help us through the current epidemic.
Today’s post title took inspiration from the Pirates of Penzance. For those who enjoy hearing the track it is available on the control below.
Day sixteen has mainly been about contingency planning and learning to work with uncertainty. We are well and have only been out for our single walk. When I took Taz for his walk this morning, it struck me for the first time ever, that I could hear birdsong along the length of my walk. The occasional bird breaks through even in London but today was something much more sustained. If ever there was a day that any stray nightingales might be heard were they in Berkely Square, today would have been it.
In addition to the increased birdlife, Taz was kept occupied with a couple of skwirrels, two very large and well fed rats and three urban fokzes. These were all in places usually far to busy to be visited by them during the day. We often imagine our urban cities to be devoid of wildlife and that it would take some time for them to be reclaimed by nature. Based on my experience today, it’s clear that any lull in human occupation would very quickly be filled with the enquisitive rodents and mammals that live mainly unseen in our cities.
Regrettably, it’s been mixed and as yet tentative information about our return to the Shire. Pexit minus three was based on us being able to leave on Friday and that by that time we would have water, limited heating and perhaps a week or ten days to rough it before the kitchen became useable. However, with the closure of all bar essential retail and wholesale, building supplies are already in short supply. So though we have a willing workforce, they have very little in the way of materials with which to work.
At the time of writing, it looks unlikely we’ll be in a position to return for at least a couple of weeks although a discussion with our builder may provide a way forward – just wait and see I suppose.
You might think the blog post in named to reflect the change of plans and indeed, in part, it is. But it’s also describing an underlying theme we’ve spotted today and to a lesser extent last week. We’re all programmed to look for the common sense approach, the actions that seem right, that fit with our natural intuition. However, at present, this seems to be a time where we need to consider the counter intuitive.
An example is the advice to isolate. If you have symptoms, then the currrent advice is to self-isolate for seven days whereas if you don’t have symptoms the duration is longer at fourteen days. Of course, when you understand the reasoning, to allow for an incubation period post infection it makes more sense. But it’s an example of where the intuitive response might give the wrong result.
Contentiously, the increasingly public spat between the government and the London Mayor (Sadiq Khan) may point at another. Transport for London indicate that tube usage is down by 80 percent on normal figures. Yet today, photographs were published showing the usually ram-packed tube trains operating with nobody maintaining the 2m distancing required under current public health policy.
The mayor disagrees with current advice claiming that only key workers should be travelling and went so far today as saying public transport isn’t for everyone just key workers. It’s certainly true that the number of tube trains running at present has reduced. Whether that’s soley down to non-attendance of drivers or a policy decision by TFL/the mayor, is unclear and I make no judgement either way. However, it’s a further example of the counter intuitive move to retain tube services at or near full capacity may well be the appropriate route to reducing futher the spread of infection.
While on the subject of challenging thinking, if you’re hearing news of people ignoring government advice is large numbers, I can only say this hasn’t been my experience today. An 80 percent reduction in tube traffic and approaching 70% of bus traffic, indicates that the contrary is the case. The vast majority of people are complying. My guess is those who are not have little alternative as not to work would curtail their incomes. The pictures below show Peckham Rye at 10am this morning. As you can see a ghost town.
Vaughan focused his walk towards the Camberwell green area which means we’ve checked most of the main route. It was similarly deserted. However, a new cluster of signage appeared in many of the retail premises. Of the forty retail premises in that area four were open (a bakery, hardware store, kebab shop and chip shop). A handful more were providing take away service via uber or similar collection schemes although the premises were not open to the public. The rest were closed until further notice.
However, there is some good news among the more generally depressing backdrop. As large supermarkets struggle to expand delivery and collection capacity, people have turned increasingly to the smaller independent suppliers to fill the gap.
In Wiltshire (the county I know best), there are hundreds of niche suppliers, farm shops, and food producers. It also has four major providers of fruit and vegetable boxes delivered in the local area.
All four businesses have currently suspended accepting new customers and indeed new orders. However, not for want of supply, merely because they can’t bag, pack, box and deliver at the same speed as the orders are arriving. They are giving themselves the breathing space to cope at the new levels of demand. The news from all four is that they intend to be open for orders again over the weekend with increased capacity. I’m sure that could be repeated for similar suppliers across the country.
In the short term, they at least will be benefitting from the uptake in orders. It struck me that if only ten percent of those people ordering from them over this period stay with them, that will be a huge boost to smaller and independent businesses. It may also represent a not insignificant shift in future buying habits. I’m sure there will be many changes that persist after the crisis has passed. The good news is not all of them have to be for the worse.
A shorter than usual update this evening as during the last two hours we’ve clarified the position re the move back to the Shire. The premises have been secured and neighbours are keeping an eye too, but it now looks like we’re at Gumnut for at least the next three weeks. No building supplies being delivered for at least three weeks. Neither of us mind roughing it for a few days but three weeks with hot water but no heating, no sink and no laundry facilities isn’t a great move when we can just lock the doors at Gumnut and stay put.
Taz has adapted well to the longer period at Gumnut and has picked up on the fact that things are not following the usual routine.
I have to say he’s a total star and is a welcome member of the street to many of the residents who smile and wave at the extended visitor. He’s even learned to take himself from the house the 15m or so to some rough grass if there is a need to practice standing on three legs, then bring himself back in and look and me lamenting the drop in service standards. However, he’s happy with us here and is gradually clearing the neighbourhood of fokses and skwirrels. It’s as if it was a personal doggy project.
The title from today’s post is taken from Porgy and Bess by George and Ira Gershwin. For those who like to hear the track relating to this post, it can be played here, sung by Ella Fitzgerald.
Day fifteen in the Corona house sees a change of emphasis rather than a change of scenery. A number of people have asked for more information on the songs related to each entry in this series. The eagle eyed among you will notice that there is a track play control at the bottom of this post and in due course on the earlier items. That will allow you to hear the track in question and tell you where it’s from if you wish to investigate further.
As I start to compile my update news is starting to detail Boris Johnston’s speech to the nation tonight. This follows a COBRA meeting earlier today without the usual afternoon press conference. What that means is unclear to both Vaughan and I but it’s caused an axiety spike at Gumnut Towers.
We would like to be able to get back to the Acreage, however, it appears the screws may be tightening so that’s by no means certain. We have to be here until Friday so it’s Pexit-day (Peckham Exit) minus four. Perhaps by the time I finish this post, it will be a little more clear as to when or whether that can be possible.
Other than the open question as to whether/if we can get back to the Shire, today has been a day of re-evaluation both on a personal and wider level. My last day of work is this Thursday at which point my role becomes redundant and a twenty three year chapter comes to an end. Perhaps surprisingly, I’m not as downbeat about it as you might expect. I don’t recognise the workplace I joined and its values have changed. So, for those of you old enough to remember Rhoda, in the words of her mother, the wonderful Nancy Walker, it’s time to roll up your tent and move to another village.
I can’t have been too concerned about the state of affairs as I was able to notice the absence of a handful of friends from Facebook. Some tactful enquiries all came back with variations on the same theme. In simple terms, people were saying they were stepping back from the fever-pitch of lunacy, selfishness and doom goblins that social media was presenting to them at present. I do hope I wasn’t one of the doom goblin in relation to Covid-19 (or as my new bff Randy Rainbow referred to it, causing me to spit tea over the floor, Covfefe 19. But more of that later).
Having taken a break from much of the social media world myself in recent weeks, I can entirely sympathise with their point of view. Spending time in self-isolation can, in the absence of routine, become a series of duvet days. While that sounds enchanting on day one, it really has a short shelf life. It’s very easy to spend excessive time listening to two entirely uninformed ‘experts’ slugging chunks of the bejeezus out of each other on Facebook, Twitter or similar. Whilst I’ve been as tempted as others to pull up a chair and see if Uber eats are doing popcorn, I’ve avoided the temptation. It’s really pretty unhelpful.
Similarly, the news channel has been relegated from our usual background chewing gum for the brain. Apart from the fact that the looping news is hardly filling us with confidence, it also steals the day. You start off with what looks like a normal day and bibbady bobbady boo before you know it the content is running through its ninth loop and it’s half eleven at night and I’ve still not finished my blog post.
One of the up-sides of the isolation is you get to find out surprising new bits of information about each other. Today I added to my list of OMG moment and in so doing identified another film to show Vaughan as part of his musical theatre education. I was discussing a particularly dim reporter at one of the morning news conferences who had a particularly squeaky and deeply irritating voice.
Without thinking anything about it, I turned to Vaughan and said ‘The last time I heard a voice like that was on Lina Lamont … an’ I can’t stand it.’
Vaughan looked at me blankly, I returned it equally non-plussed but for different reasons. ‘Lena Lomont – you know singing in the rain?’ The look I was receiving didn’t change. At this point I found myself wondering if the Ventolin inhaler left at Gumnut by Vaughan’s mum last Christmas was easily to hand. I had a very sudden feeling I might be needing it.
There are certain things as a gay man that you take for granted. The standard things. Things such as being familiar with the singing greats, Lisa, Barbara, Madge etc. Others might include being able to zhuzh up anything from a present wrapping to a boring party and having a natural ability to accessorise. However, even these are based on some basics like having watched and being able to quote from the Wizard of Oz, Priscilla Queen of the dessert and Singing in the Rain. “You have seen singing in the rain haven’t you?” I ask “Nope” comes the answer …. HOW CAN THIS BE??? I picked my jaw up off the floor, silently sang three verses of I will survive and added it to our viewing list. It’s at times of national crisis you find out the important things.
The last piece of re-evaluation may take me into the realms of the dictator in the eyes of some. However, is it just me who is getting increasingly appalled at the standards of journalism we’re being subjected to currently? As I’m stepping into commentry about the free press, I should clarify where I stand and position my complaint within the context of the accepted wisdom surrounding our press. Churchill set the bar pretty high with:
A free press is the unsleeping guardian of every other right tbat free men prize; it is the most dangerous foe of tyranny…The press will continue to be the vigilant guardian of the rights of the ordinary citizen. – Winston Churchill 1940
I’m fully in support of that position. Nor would I differ with no less a figure than Thomas Jefferson, I always get very wary when I hear people calling for controls on the press. That isn’t what I seek to do, but I am rapidly forming the view that current news reporting is broken and has developed into something I don’t class as responsible journalism.
Today, I heard reporters asking what are technically known as ‘bloody stupid questions’. One asked ‘Do you think the NHS is ready to cope with the coming crisis?’ Where had she been for the past three weeks. It would have been a naive question two weeks ago, but now it’s just bizarre.
I wouldn’t seek to control, limit or censor the free press. I may not like some of what they do either in terms of content or method, but I recognise the truth in Chuchill’s words. We would be far worse off without them. However, I think we deserve better and I wish they’d up their game.
Sometimes, more is most certainly less and there is just not enough news – at least not for 24 hour news. I suspect that we have 4-6 hours of new news on a typical day. However the rolling news cycle means we have to pad the rest with opinion, speculation and dare I say a sprinkling of sensationalism. I for one would be very happy to see the likes of BBC and Sky rolling news channels restructured to provide less but better national coverage and fill the time with important events from elsewhere, truly to educate. However, I suspect that genie is well and truly not being put back in its bottle.
This concludes today’s rant thought for today so I will close with the title that nearly was. Having seen a short clip that activated my chuckle muscles, we nearly paid homage to Dame Elaine who’s laugh is infectious – there’s something I hope you do catch.
In a story I thought was falcified, but does appear to be substantiated in a couple of interviews, it appears Madonna had infact misheard the lyric as ‘don’t cry for me I’m the cleaner’ until the point she had to learn the song for her role in Evita. I do hope it’s true as it’s so delicious I’ve already put on three pounds just by telling you.
It seems that during the time taken to write this piece, the PM has announced the next measures to be taken. Although things have been tightened up it does look as though we will be able to make a one off return journey to the Acreage in due course. So it will be an exit from Peckham (now known as Pexit) in 4 days and counting. Then isolation at the acreage.
As promised something to leave you with a smile, I hope. It seems we are not the only ones isolating.
The title of this post comes from Into the Woods and for those who have expressed an interest in hearing them can be played on the control below.
The last day in self-imposed quarantine and today’s blog entry takes its title from Evita. I’ve had a number of people ask whether all the daily updates in this series have been taken from song titles or musical numbers. Jules Phillips and Karen Young were the first to notice the linkage which was always an extra mental diversion on my part. It’s been quite fun finding a musical descriptor for the daily update. I hope you’ll excuse me sending multiple replies by answering here. They have all been songs, many but not all from musicals. The full list being:
Turn a different corner – George Michael
Tell me more tell me more – Grease
Stuck in the middle with you – Stealers Wheel
The Scientist – Coldplay
A little bit of history repeating – Shirley Bassey
How do you solve a problem ask Korea – Sound of music
I am reviewing the situation – Oliver
Hey, hey, I saved the world today – Eurythmics
Empty chairs at empty tables – Les Miserables
Let’s do the timewarp again – Rocky Horror picture show
If I only had a brain – Wizard of Oz
There’s got to be something better than this – Sweet charity
One day more – Les Miserables
And the money – And the money keeps rolling in (and out) – Evita
Looking at the list, I suspect I’ve over compensated by omitting my favourite musicals. Nothing from West Side Story or Phantom and two from Les Miserables (The Glums) which I can appreciate without really enjoying. I have seen Phantom over 50 times and could happily go back again whereas I’ve seen Les Miserables twice. The first time was harmless though I was largely underwhelmed. The second time was difficult although there was a lovely period in the middle when it stopped and I had an ice cream. If you’re off to see Les Mis, ice cream is the answer.
Today’s blog title chose itself. Well it chose itself in the sense that Vaughan only stopped singing it when I agreed to use it. But actually, it fitted well with the prevailing discussions. They seemed to be about whether the UK was doing enough for particular sections of the population.
I’ve been reasonably happy with the response of the UK government although I don’t claim to be an expert. I’ve also revised my view of Boris Johnson since seeing his handling of the crisis. What’s not in doubt is the extent to which the money is flowing out of Government coffers. Ultimately it’s largely borrowed and at some point we’ll have to pay most or much of it back, but that’s not the priority at this time. But it is worth remembering, if only because it will come as less of a surprise when governments of whatever hue seek to recover it from us over the next five to ten years. Without seeking to make a party political or EU point of any kind, it’s worth comparing our response compared to other countries.
Before being too critical and even allowing for the fact that some of the promised funding is in the form of loans rather than grants, the UK £330 billion is significanly more than the £41 billion of France or the £36 billion of Germany. All are dwarfed by the US who have a bill going through Capitol Hill requesting just short of $1.6 trillion, or £1.3 trillion pounds.
Looking at the current statistics on reported cases, perhaps it’s no surprise that the US is spending so much. It looks very much like the US is going to become the world epicenter of the pandemic within a couple of days as they look set to overtake Italy in terms of reported cases. Rather than paste a blurry graph here, I’ll leave those who are interested to open the graph showing the current situation across a number of countries. This will update a few times a day depending on what else we’re doing and how much cider has flowed.
Some of the spend in R&D is already starting to show promising results. Of course, we’re probably six to nine months at least from an effective vaccine in humans. However, some very intersting technological solutions from across the scientific communities. Rather than repeat them in text, if you have 20 minutes to spare and want a little encouraging news showing some hope for a way through the crisis, you could do worse than watch the most recent episode of the BBC technology programme Click. I admit to having shamelessly copied it but hope that the potential benefit in terms of a positive message and boosting mental health may cause the BBC to overlook this matter. If not, I will of course take it down, but until I’m asked to click away. – If all else fails look forward to later updates from Brixton jail.
While on the subject of good news and wishing to reassure, I think it’s worth including one of the staff videos for a London hospital trust. It’s audience is intended to be hospital staff, but it shows the amount of work and effort being put into keeping existing, new and potential patients safe.
Although I’m going to continue the blog for at least the next couple of weeks, I do need need to conclude the 14 day strand. So a few loose ends to tie off and a few words of encouragment for those who are just entering or in the early stages of self isolation.
It’s true that it’s tricky at times. Whether it’s keeping up your step count, wanting to visit friends, relatives, family or just go to the shops it does place a significant break on your personal liberty. However, the two important messages I feel I would make to anyone are these. Firstly, these difficulties aren’t major, they are merely temporary irritants and nothing compared to the traumatic times our grandparents and great grandparents lived through. It’s only 14 days for most people and it’s achievable without too much trauma.
The second and much more important is that it’s vitally important we do isolate or at least significantly reduce unnecessary contacts. I could rattle on about why, but I think most of us know why if we’re honest. In any case, I couldn’t beat this rather simple but highly effective graphic. Latest research shows the virus is more transmissable (easier to pick up) than at first thought. Instead of each person passing on to two or three people it’s now thought to be more like four or five. It’s too late to avoid the spread, but we can minimise and reduce the speed of it. Please think about each contact – they can and do make a difference.
Since yesterday’s installment, I have been mildly chastised for letting standards slip. Apparently ‘Billy the bog-roll’ jars and might even be described as course (heaven forfend). So with that in mind, may I update you with the final measurements of William the lavatory consumable. At the start of Vaughan’s experiment, we had a partial roll with a depth of 1cm remaining. William then entered the scene and will leave it with 1.5 cm remaining. As a full roll has 3cm depth of tread the results of the Norweigan jury show that one roll of paper consumable product was used during the 14 days in question. – Now we need a comparison, over to you Jules and Leon.
Yesterday, I mentioned serendipity, defined as ‘the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way’. Having been chastised for the Billy incident you can’t imagine how pleased I was to see Sheila Harrod a very musical lady of my acquaintance post this little ditty.
One thing I’ve found over the last 14 days is that you pick up old hobbies and get around to projects or interests you’ve had on hold for some time. In my case, returning to the blog is a case in point. Although I have yet to open any of the three books I’m hoping to read during this period of purdah, I have selected them and put them in order so it’s just a case of sitting still long enough to do the reading bit. As for Vaughan, he’s rekindled his interest in cooking where that’s more than merely a practical need. One side effect of this period in isolation may well be that my clothes shrink. They’ve done it before.
Had we been at the Acreage, I would probably have looked to work on my piano. I should have taken up the offer of a travel keyboard when it was offered for just such circumstances, but that’s something for me to look forward to and the neighbours to dread when we get back to the Shire.
Another example, a man who decided to pick up a guitar. His subject of choice was panic buying. It’s quite an interesting insight into what people do in quarantine but if you’re also a fan of the guitar (Leon) than you may also appreciated it for his ability to play the instrument.
I’m afraid I’m not responsible for the vertical video syndrome – it’s how it was recorded but I know it bugs some people disproportionately. So what of the serendipity? Well, that comes in the title of his ditty. Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Mr Bob Bowles and his bog-roll blues.
I have further developments to report in the tour of Somerset cider producers. Today we sampled the wares of Hecks cider.
Before too much concern is expressed about our livers, we are splitting the bottles between us so it’s merely a sample and we do toast Sir Osis of the Liver the patron saint of cider drinkers before partaking.
This was a winner in my view though a tad dry for the Mem’Sahib. For those who were disturbed by Billy the bog-roll, look away now. Today’s selection is catchily and probably descriptively named Slack-ma-girdle I’ve yet to explain the local dialect, probably best left unsaid.
Finally something that made me smile a little this evening. Vaughan made a very good meal for Sunday dinner. Roast leg of lamb. Though it wasn’t the subject of Grub with V-Dub yesterday, it most certainly could have been.
The issue was what to have with it. Looking through the cupboard we hit on an unexpected find. A show reserve Margaret River (Australia) Shiraz from 2005. I looked at it doubtfully – I think it’s too good for a Sunday dinner I suggested.
Vaughan looked at the label noted it was 15 years old.. “Oh well” he says “We could all be dead in four weeks – where’s the cork screw?”