In the time of plague

In 1666, with the Black Death raging, and London burning in the Great Fire, diarist Samuel Pepys, hid his proze cheese in his garden.

I often wondered what it would be like to live through such times, know I know.

London may not yet be on fire, but we have a plague.

We could control it if we wanted. I mean, masks, social distancing would work, but that is too simple for some, the poor little Trumpflakes feel it is their right to be dicks, and their right to be dicks trups your right not to be infected by them.

Through the summer and autumn I have tracked the infection rate, and noted on many occasions, that between 30k and 40k infections per day was somehow acceptable, and to the point it was hardly mentioned.

Today, 15th December 78,610 fresh infections were recorded. The highest of all the pandemic.

We might not have been unable to stop Omicron to enter the country, but we could have stopped its rapid spread. I recorded it first on the 23rd November, just three weeks ago. This is where we are once again because of policy choices. Policy choices by the Prime Minister who chose over and over agan to balance internal party politics over public health.

Today feels like March 12th 2020 all over again, as sports events are being cancelled due to outbreaks of COVID, and its seems to be just a matter of time before sport is suspended again.

We will take care, as always, and I hope you do as well. But remember these were policy choices, just as Johnson's press conference that ended just now which outlined no new restrictions, other than young adults can book a second vaccine ahead of schedule.

We really have the Government and leader we deserve, we knew what Johnson was like, and voted for him anyway.

We chose poorly.