A
lie-in this morning. I did wonder what
it was that made the extra time in bed seem like a good idea and then I
remembered my expedition of yesterday to get the weekly shop, and the even more
stressful disinfecting each of the purchased items before they were put away!
It shows how bizarre the times are, that
something as mundane as shopping has become a major event, for which
recuperation (i.e. a lie-in) is regarded as no more than reasonable.
Although
some of those in Catalan public life, including politicians have tested
positive for Covid-19 none of whom I am aware has been taken to intensive care
like the British Prime Minister. Being
in medical danger does simplify reactions to political enemies: there can be no
excuse for not wishing Johnson well and extending sympathy to his family. His illness will not stop the blame game both
for and against Number 10, but his personal situation can now be considered in
terms of the stability of government and the smooth transition of leadership to
designated deputies rather than his personal day-to-day involvement in the
continuing crisis.
Each
day on Catalan TV we have political representatives explaining the latest
situation and taking questions. Each day
we are told about the growing number of fines and even detentions linked to
people ignoring the demands of the lockdown.
Pictures of people in public parks in South London and in Roath Park in
Cardiff have been widely circulated to public dismay, but those of us in
generous accommodation with space for separation and access to terraces or
other ‘open’ enclosed spaces can only guess at the tensions for those living in
inner-city cramped flats, possibly with kids, or with individual family members
self-isolating within a domestic space.
In these circumstances the escape to an open space in welcome sunshine
must be an almost impossible to resist temptation.
As
is drink. Catalan television has shown
emptying shelves of booze in supermarkets, especially beer (or what passes for
it in this country) sales of which have gone up by a substantial amount during
this crisis. This is one facet of life
which passes me by. Not, I must admit,
though strength of character and commendable restraint, but rather through
medical insistence. I have not had an
alcoholic drink for a couple of years and, apart from a certain hankering with
some meals where a glass of decent red would go down a treat; I have not really
missed it.
Of more importance to me are those things
with sugar and fat that seem to make up the more interesting sorts of foods
that I ought to shun, but in times of crisis it would be inhuman not to have a
treat from time to time to keep one’s sanity – and the square of dark chocolate
with bits of caramel was just the thing!
On
my pool walk today I was stymied at first by a pool worker being there before
me. Rather than walk around the worker,
I decided to let him get on with his job without my distracting presence. It was interesting that, although he was
working by himself, he was wearing a facemask.
When I went for my delayed walk after
lunch, I was soon joined by a neighbour with a pram and we walked around the
pool on opposite sides, keeping a damn sight more than two metres social
distance between us! Today I have
observed others utilizing my exercise space, including a neighbour’s daughter
attempting to make an (aided) circuit on a monocycle – that smacks of a father
getting increasingly desperate to keep his progeny amused.
And we have at least three more weeks of this!
The draft of the third poem in my sequence of poems in Holy Week can be found at smrnewpoems.blogspot.com
The draft of the third poem in my sequence of poems in Holy Week can be found at smrnewpoems.blogspot.com
