I joined in the Clap for Carers again last evening but I found myself wondering what the motivation had become for people. It seems that it was becoming competitive; who could make the most noise and what could they make it with. Some woman was running in and out of the road waving something, shouting something which might just as well have been 'Look at me! Look at me! Aren't I great?!' I feared I was becoming cynical again until I looked on social media this morning. To my horror there were photos and a video of crowds on Westminster Bridge last evening all 'clapping for carers'. Take a look at this.
Can you believe it? No social distancing. But THE POLICE! Doing nothing. To quote a fellow tweeter,
'That Westminster Bridge video is the absolute inevitable pinnacle of fuckery that is turning this clapping thing from a one off gesture in to a weekly dog & pony show of one-upmanship. It would always end badly the minute it was turned in to "a thing" by this country of morons.'
It seems my own opinion was mirrored by others.
I mentioned yesterday after receiving an email from my friend who lives in Japan that I found it interesting to compare how different countries are dealing with the lockdown. Spooky. For that evening I had a message from my dear friend in Gran Canaria, who is also a regular reader of this blog, and he sent me a photo of our local newspaper where he is featured explaining the regime in Gran Canaria. I googled the article which also has contributions from other expats.
What is lovely is that my friend said my blog inspired him. S'funny, you blog away sending this stuff into cyberspace not really knowing who is reading it, if anyone, Then someone tells you something like that and you feel it's all worthwhile and has some meaning.
Now for some good news. My friend who works for the NHS has damaged her hamstring. No, I'm not being a heartless bitch. That's not the good bit. I'm sad she's in pain and can't walk very well but....... she's signed off work until the end of April!!! That means she doesn't have to put herself at risk for a while. That's one thing I can stop worrying about. The other good news is that I cut the grass again today. I'm really hurting now, more than the last time but I am actually very pleased I managed it.
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