The big news

I wish Alexander Boris de Piffel Johnson, or anyone else for that matter, any ill.

Late yesterday evening, news came the PM had been moved into the ICU as his condition worsened through the day.

Apparently.

I say apparently, because two sources leaked that he was already on a ventilator, which a spokesperson rubbished saying the PM was receiving his ministerial red boxes and was leading the Government as usual, but from hospital.

I suppose the question that needs to be asked here is, why did the Government (!) downplay the PM's condition for so long, really until last night? It makes them appear less trustworthy than they already were.

Then at five, Dominic Raab, the "designated survivor" of HMG admitted that he had not in fact spoken to the PM since Saturday, two full days.

So, we have no PM. No Parliament. So, no oversight or scrutiny as to what is going, just a daily 30 minute press conference during which latest infection and mortality rates are revealed. And on occasion fingers pointed at millionaire footballers.

Infection rates seem to be slowing, but that could be due to slowness in registering deaths. Last week it emerged that the mortality rate on 29th of March was under reported by 25% as it only included people who had died in hospitals, not those who had died in care homes or elsewhere.

It feels like now, anything could happen.

And yet at home, we're safe. We have food, cats, each other, and now Amazon Prime to entertain us, if we need.

Our little piece of England is fine, and we are happy.