DVT DAYS 237 & 238
Saturday, regardless of the joys of having both my daughters at home from the weekend, and a long letter from a friend, the long shadow of Boris draped across the future, his voice of dithering doom that we were all going to be locked down from Thursday the 5th of November to the 2nd of December invaded our living room. This is what SAGE was saying was needed three to five weeks ago and only now do we do it. Time lag death is the cost, amongst other things. So amidst the smell of baking Christmas cakes and muffins I count the cost in lost time with friends, in contact that has gone, with options amputated and once again I feel robbed and constrained. I guess most people do except those that think its all a government charade, a medical conspiracy or that COVID just does not exist. All of which lead to that group of “fuck everyone” mindless twats who are too macho or thick to wear a mask or socially distance so that we all suffer. The type of brainless arse hole who travels across tiers so they can have access to a betting shop and beer. The up shot is that we all descend to the depths of restraint and constraint inflicted by the intellectual lowest common denominators in society. In short Saturday sucked. At least England won the six nations rugby competition. My day ended in the bath listening to Spotify meditation and yoga tracks punctuated by Kevin Bacon advertising G5 mobile phones on EE, so antithetical, and then the final chore of the day was to clear the kitchen and the debris of Christmas baking.
Sunday and the weekly weigh in. 94.8 kilos, about the same as last week, and it keeps me below being obese. A late bacon sandwich to get the day going. Time to hear Gove run off at the mouth and pontificate about the lockdown being capable of extension, now there’s a little ray of sunshine for you , before this lockdown even starts. An odious little man that always has to have something to say to satisfy his ego and reinforce his self perception of relevance. He isn’t. We wave my youngest daughter off loaded down with DVDs from our collection and some goodies. A quick dash to the garden centre to buy bulbs to plant new hope into the garden and home to watch the women’s cup final. By half time I am bored and start to write the blog and watch the football scores on my phone.
The only way I am going to survive this latest lockdown is to renew my creativity at work and at “play”. Its time to test Kae Tempest’s contention that it is our creativity that enables us to connect and I think connecting is going to be the key to this lockdown winter. I think it likely that some of my art and creativity will come into the warm from the shed. To start with there are Florentines to be made this evening as I listen to music through my blue tooth head phones.
Oh god there going into extra time in the women’s cup final, death where is they sting.
