The new normal

Four weeks ago, on the last day of February, we went and bought a new car.

After selecting the beast, we then went on a drove to Crundale and Boughton Aluph churches before ending up at Challock to look for toothwort.

Then we came home, had lunch and I got ready for some serious football listening.

It was Jen's birthday, we went to hers to have a Chinese meal together and swap news.

It was a very good day.

Four weeks later, the whole country is pretty much under house arrest, as the initially mocked and downplayed virus (by the PM) has swept up and down the country, and now he, the Health Minister have tested positive, and the UK's chief medical officer is self isolating after the three of them, and the rest of Cabinet apparently, failed to take their own advice.

Both Johnson and Hancock were not overly ill and yet obtained testig that showed them to be infected shows how class has defined the virus as much as the rest of life:

The rich can pay and get testing whether they are displaying symptoms or not, get tested.

The white collar middle classes (like me) work from home if possible,

And the blue collar workers have to carry on, mostly without testing and protective equipment.

Testing for NHS staff, and only those showing symptoms, begins this weekend. Johnson, Hancock and Prince Charles get tested because, well, why'd you think?

So, we will stay at home and read, listen to music, watch The Expanse, and time will slip through our fingers. I am tempted to drive to a wood and look for orchids, but will resist.