The balmy weather is definitely contributing to a sense of corona fatigue. Was ambling about the town here today and yesterday and thereās plenty people knocking about. How much damage you can really do from walking past someone on the street I donāt know, but itās far from a ghost town.
On the flipside thereās only a handful of businesses open. Got a couple of bags of chips last night to bulk up a fry (a proper nourishing meal) and there was a lad at the door of the chipper taking orders and only admitting entrance once the orders were ready. These are bizarre times indeed.
Jesus no, I was in the Supermarket on Sunday and there was half a dozen pottering around the shop, no gloves no nothing. I suppose when you hit 80 every day after is a win and fear of death goes out the window.
I heard an awful story yesterday about an elderly
lady in hospital. Friend is a nurse who went in to her to check on whatever they check on. Lady was dying from another condition but no family there. Nurse went in and old lady had died.
Alone.
Very very sad. Grief must be heightened for families.
While out for my perambulation today I saw a fella pushing a buggy, the child threw something out of the buggy, and as you do the woman behind him called him to let him know, bent over to pick it up for him and then recoiled in fear and was like āJesus Iām so sorry, I didnāt touch it, I wasnāt thinkingā
Youād fucking hope so alright. I suppose the thing with this temporary morgue is the word would get out one way or another. Theyāre probably scrambling around trying to figure what info to give and what to withold.
I dunno. My head is in a spin this evening. I will not rest easy tonight.
