Weekend COVID

We are now 5 days into Johnson's reckless gamble to unlock the economy.

At a minute past midnight on Monday, nightclubs opened, people rushed in, fireworks were let off, baloons released and people danced, hugging, sreaming.

I mean, I have no words.

Except I do.

We were so close to being in control, but it was too difficult for this Government. All they had to do was close the borders, and limit spread.

Easy.

Those who came into contact with another who was infected; isolate.

Simple.

Instead, despite the whole point, apparently, of Brexit, was controlling the border, the one time it was really needed, the Government dithered, and never did. Even from highly infected India.

The Delta variant arrived. So, stop the spread?

No.

And now I hear people saying as infections have dropped 20% since Monday that the fears were wrong. There is a seven to ten day delay before the effects will show up in positive tests, two more weeks for hospitalisations and another two for deaths.

I mean, I don't want people to die, but today 64 people died, not that long agao it was single figures. Heck, one day no one died.

People are going on holiday. By plane. The perfect environment to be strapped in for hours on end. I'm sure its fine and nothing will happen.

I mean just because you can go on holiday doesn't mean you should.

What will happen, will happen. Maybe another lockdown in a month to six weeks.

The pingdemic continues, and rather than deal with the uncontrolled spread of the virus, people are to be excused from isolating if they are pinged. These are mostly the "key" workers who we all clapped for last year, and now are so little thought of they are up for sacrifice.

Still, lorries won't drive themselves, shelves don't fill themselves, just so a few entitled folks can go around without masks.