Sometimes I look at the world and struggle to cope with the sheer insanity of things I see and hear and read about. I shake my head in bewilderment at decisions made by our elders and betters (cough!) and at the attitudes displayed by my fellow men (and women).
I struggle with a government that panders to its people by allowing such laxity for five days around Christmas and doesn’t seem to understand that people who mingle might have come from a hundred different backgrounds in terms of isolation or not and exposure to the virus. It doesn’t matter if it’s two households or ten households or an entire street, allowing five days and effectively saying that people can travel anywhere might be a recipe for disaster, in winter, when the NHS is already at high levels of occupation due to the fact it is Winter.
I understand, in case people think I’m callous about this, that families want to be together at Christmas but, is it essential?
Will the world end if Aunt Joyce doesn’t see little Teddy at some point between 23-27 December?.
And think about it. It’s Christmas. It involves drinking and in some cases, over drinking and reckless abandonment of common sense. It is not a wise time to encourage laxity when laxity is predictable and avoidable!. It makes no sense.
People party, they have friends around. How is this ‘three households’ going to be monitored?. How?. More pressure on the police and the services to try and maintain order at a time when people are even less inclined to follow unwelcome and restrictive rules.
I really hope I’m wrong and that there are no spikes two or three weeks later. I really hope we don’t all suffer because a few individuals took advantage and pushed at the boundaries until they broke. I really hope.
Times that are a-changing, and I really am scared that this is too much, too fast.
But boy, do I hope I’m wrong!
Stay safe. Stay sensible. Take care.