16.52pm Wednesday 8 April 2020
So much going on. I’ve just had my first ever dizzy spell. I have no idea what that means vis a vis the virus. I think it might be because I got up too quickly after trying yet again to book a delivery slot. I have notified Waitrose via their ‘submit a suggestion’ thingamajig, online. Who knows someone might see it in a thousand years time. I have not been out. I have gotten my whole day out of kilter as they say. I have managed to put my garbage in the bins and put my whites on for a wash. I just realised that the council are giving us free washes. Now that is one of the most sensible, helpful decisions I’ve come across all week. Thank you to the person or persons who brought that into being. Practical, sensible and much needed.
It is more than I can say for the Government and Waitrose help for us elderly folk. I have eventually after a week of searching actually spoken to a living person about delivery slots. The best he can come up with is to keep on trying as they change throughout the day or to try as soon as my local store opens. Very hit and miss. Far more miss that hit. Does not do anything to enhance Waitrose reputation over the longterm.
This person also advised me to sign on to the Gov webpage. Another miss as far as I’m concerned. I’ve done everything they required but I cannot tell my GP as no one is answering the phone. If I do not tell my GP then nothing will happen. The British bureaucrats have a way of making simple things as complicated as possible. They do not want to give us any meaningful help.
I am put in mind of the 1974 oil crisis. I was living in Amsterdam. Oil was the issue. Lack of it. The British under Heath went into the whole rigmarole of setting up rationing with coupons and everything that goes with it. Basically setting up a system open to fraud. The Dutch just said no cars on Sundays. Pure, simple, easy to maintain. Only emergency car travel was permitted. Pregnant women going into labour etc. It worked like a dream. The wonderful Tarsus and I biked across the city without any fear of being knocked down by cars or trams. Simple intelligent planning which is more than you can say for what happens here.
And yes my dark thoughts and anger have not yet fully left me. Boris is in hospital at the time of writing. I said on my Facebook page there are two viruses doing the rounds at the moment. The second is Hubris. Make of that as you will. This statement is not however a wish that he dies. I would like to think that now he is unable to make decisions he can use the time productively to take a clear look back at what he has fucked up so far. Then to make positive changes that are in the best interests of the WHOLE country and not those of any of the vocal ideologues. Be they far right or left. Be they religious fundamentalists from whatever quarter or anyone in business who has short term vested interests.
Let big business go to the wall, who ever they are, however big they are are but make sure their workers do not loose out in any way whatsoever. Particularly with their pension schemes. We could do with a clean sweep. Bring everything back in house as before Thatcher with her dubious ideologies in selling everything off to the market. It has not worked for us only for those who hold all the countries wealth in the first place. Big, big fundamental changes for the benefits of the whole country. Absolutely no sell out to American business interests. I’d rather we never dealt with them if it means selling our souls.
Right in the middle of all that I had a buzz on the phone to tell me the washing was done. I went downstairs. No dizziness this time but a little breathlessness when leaning into the washing machine to transfer it over to the driers. Also free but only 25 mins. I’ll have to put it on for another 25 mins.
My anger has not gone just quietened down for a while. I’m sure something else will set me off sooner or later. That is the beauty of living alone. I can scream and shout and not bother another living soul. The dramas are all mine to enact and play around with. I do not have to apologise to anyone because I am not going to clap Boris this evening. A clap around the back of his head perhaps. That’s what he got at Eton. Not that it did him any good. My sincerest wish is that both his girlfriend and as yet unborn child, do not catch anything that seriously injures their health. To put is own health at risk with his complacency and arrogance is one thing but to do that with others health is totally different. If any working class man acted in the same way they would have been pilloried in the right wing press. Hounded by those around him. But not our Boris. They want us to clap him. Sorry but I’m no mug. ‘You can clap if you want to but this queen’s not forgetting his past.’
18.42pm
Oh damn. By not going out today I missed the start of the ‘Hairy legs and lycra shorts’ season. I’ll definitely have to go out tomorrow.
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