Bank Holiday Monday, May 3rd
OK, it had to rain some time, but did it have to come down in sheets and buckets on a Bank Holiday, as if places like Blackpool and the Lakes haven’t lost enough money already?! The only good thing was that it came in from the west, so, as I’d booked somewhere in Yorkshire (Brodsworth Hall) for today, I got a nice hour and a half walk round the gardens before it got really wet. And I hadn’t got much planned for this afternoon anyway. And Brodsworth was lovely.
It looks as if some holidays abroad will be possible soon. And that most of Europe will admit people who’ve had both jabs. But I can’t see my tour of Iceland happening. Iceland is very reluctant to let people in, coach tours are complicated because they rely on everywhere on the itinerary being open, and the tour company need to make a final decision at least 8 weeks in advance. And, as much as I want to go, this is an expensive trip, and I don’t really want to spend a load of money on something that’s going to be compromised by restrictions. I can go to the Lakes for a week, and go to some different places. But I feel like I’ve already lost a year of travel, of different places, different cultures, different experiences, and don’t want to lose another year. But, when I go abroad on my own, it’s usually city breaks where I spend most of the time visiting historic sites, palaces, cathedrals, etc, and I’m not sure how possible that’s going to be. Beach and pool holidays may well be on, but they’re not my thing. I get bored, I worry that someone will nick my stuff whilst I’m in the pool, I feel like everyone’s thinking how fat I am and how weird I am for being on my own, and I can’t be doing with hordes of noisy people. Also, this is a messy year for holidays due to evil work not letting us have time off when we want. And I really need a break in the summer.
Also, today’s a reminder that it would be nice to go somewhere with guaranteed good weather. Hmm.
The Oktoberfest’s already been cancelled. Not that I want to go and drink Bavarian beer, but it doesn’t suggest much optimism for how things are going to go.
Restrictions on numbers of mourners at funerals are to be lifted on May 17th. Social distancing may or may not end on June 21st.
And I could swing for the minority of idiots who caused trouble at yesterday’s protests. Two police officers were hurt – one suffering quite a nasty facial wound.
Not a word have the Glazers uttered. I didn’t expect them to ride out on horses to meet the protesters, like Richard II at the Peasants’ Revolt (not least because they’re 3,000 miles away, which is part of the bloody problem), but say something, for crying out loud.
Tuesday, May 4th
Weather horrible again, although not as bad as yesterday. The wind’s blown the blossom off the trees in the park, where I took my WP profile photo last year. It looks rather pretty.
The plasterer can come on Saturday morning … which is rather a pain, as it messes up my free day, but it’s that or wait indefinitely!
Not a lot else to report.
Wednesday, May 5th
The weather has gone completely berserk. Last night, we had hail and sleet. We’ve now got blue sky and sunshine.
Rafa beat Alcaraz, 6-1 6-2, in Madrid. One of the Amazon Prime commentators called the young lad “Alcatraz”. Unfortunately, that might stick!
It’s being reported that traffic is back to pre-pandemic levels. If you ask me, it’s worse! There are more supermarket delivery lorries because people have got used to doing online shopping, and I think people are either nervous about using public transport or else have got used to commuting/doing the school run by car rather than by bus/train/tram, because there certainly seem to be a lot more cars on the road at busy times. Bleurgh!
Canada’s become the first country to OK vaccines for 12 to 15 year olds.
And it’s being reported that large numbers of people flying back to the UK from India, Pakistan and Bangladesh, all of which are on the red list, are dodging quarantine by stopping off in Turkey.
Thursday, May 6th
Europa League Final, here we come … even if we did make a meal of it by losing 3-2 at Roma! Sadly, Arsenal weren’t able to make it 4 out of 4 for English teams (it’s City v Chelsea in the Champions League Final): instead, we’ll play Villareal.
Covid Election Day. A lot of people ordered postal votes, but I rather like going to the polling station, thinking about the suffragettes, the Chartists and Peterloo as I walk down there. I can’t get excited about local elections – whichever party wins, the council will still make the traffic situation worse rather than better – and the mayoral election result’s a given, but still. BYOB – bring your own biro.
Meanwhile, stupid French fishermen are trying to start a war with Jersey, and the weather is still crazy.
Rafa beat Popyrin, 6-3 6-3 – and has been named Laureus World Sportsman of the Year 🙂 . Naomi Osaka’s been named World Sportswoman of the Year.
My payment deadline for the Iceland tour which I’m 99% sure won’t be happening is now under two weeks ago. I’ve e-mailed the holiday company to ask what’s going on, and am waiting for a reply. I know this is a nightmare situation for them, but they need to let people know. And the Government need to let people know about this “green list”, which it seems likely will initially just be Israel, Gibraltar, Portugal, Malta and some of the Spanish and Greek islands. They also need to confirm that the May 17th reopening is going ahead. Hotels, cinemas, restaurants etc haven’t had the official go-ahead yet. It’s getting ridiculous.
And there are problems in Bolton again . Hyndburn’s got the highest infection rate in the country, which isn’t very good, but apparently that’s due to an outbreak at a school in Accrington so can be contained. But Bolton’s got the next highest, and that’s due to clusters of the Indian and South African variants. FFS. Why have people been allowed to travel to high-risk countries? It does seem to be very localised, with rates in neighbouring boroughs close to the national average, but I still haven’t got over the whole area being penalised for high rates in Rochdale last July.
Friday, May 7th
Iceland is on the green list. I still can’t see the trip running, but I cannot get a straight answer from the holiday company, who just say to assume it’s running until advised otherwise. Even with the green list, there’ll be queues at airports, and Iceland wants you to be vaccinated, and … oh, this is all very frustrating. If it’s cancelled, it’s cancelled, but I need to know, and they won’t tell me! You can’t get to speak to the bigwigs, and the people who answer the phone don’t know any more than I do. I could just cancel it myself, but … I’m not sure that I’m ready to make that decision. But the payment deadline is fast approaching. Portugal, Gibraltar and Israel are also on. And Australia and New Zealand, which won’t let us in! Turkey is now red-listed, making the idea of playing the Champions League final in Istanbul even sillier. For heaven’s sake, play it at Villa Park. Villa have said they’re happy to stage it.
Rafa lost to Sascha in the Madrid QFs. Bah.
The Glazers have issued a statement. About United, I mean, not about Rafa or holidays! It doesn’t say very much.
“The Conservatives have taken Hartlepool” – now there’s something I never thought I’d say! The by-election was held under unfortunate circumstances, the previous MP having to resign due to allegations of inappropriate behaviour, but it’s been positive in that it’s focused attention on the old industrial heartlands of the North. For far too long, politicians have only been interested in what the metropolitan elite want, and that has to change. Last autumn, with all the Tier 3 business going on, it looked as if nothing had changed at all, but we seem to have moved on from that quite quickly. And it won’t be forgotten that it was Andy Burnham, other northern mayors, and northern MPs from all parties standing up for us – it wasn’t Keir Starmer. I feel a bit sorry for Starmer, trying to clear up Corbyn’s mess, and during a pandemic, but his idea of campaigning in Manchester was to pose by some rolls of wallpaper in the Trafford Centre. No-one cares about Boris’s wallpaper. We want jabs, jobs and travel. And it has all got very personality-based, and Boris is certainly not lacking in charisma.
It now seems that the Astra Zeneca vaccine will not be offered to most under 40s. I hope this doesn’t hold the vaccination programme up. Hopefully not, now we’ve got supplies of the Moderna vaccine as well as the Pfizer.
Saturday, May 8th
In the least surprising of all the election results, Andy Burnham was re-elected Mayor of Greater Manchester, with 67% of the vote. The mayoral elections have been very interesting – both there and elsewhere, they’ve been far more about the person than the party, and Andy’s said that he wants to take a “place first not party first” approach. I have to admit that I wasn’t initially convinced about this regional mayor idea, but it does seem to be working out well. As I keep saying, we’ve had enough of politics being all about London. Mixed picture with the council elections, but the overall picture is gains for the Conservatives, losses for Labour. Not impressed with the low turnout. Labour have retained control of the Welsh Senedd. The SNP have won the largest number of seats in the Scottish Parliament, and are whingeing about wanting another referendum.
It has rained for most of the day. So frustrating, when you’ve been trapped with work all week. However, I couldn’t have gone out first thing anyway, because the plasterer was coming to sort out the hole in the kitchen ceiling (from the Easter pipe disaster). It is now a brown splodge rather than a hole. Next job is to try to get the decorator to come and paint it white. And I did get out to Hollingworth Lake for a bit, when the rain eased up.
Really fed up with the holiday company. As much I want to go on this trip to Iceland, I don’t want to spend all that money if it’s going to be spoilt by restrictions. I’m also stressed because my second jab will be pretty close to when I’m due to go, and I gather that the NHS app is a nightmare. Then there are the issues of long queues at airports and PCR tests. At the moment, my thinking is that a summer staycation may be better, and then a trip abroad in the autumn, if one can be sorted. But I can’t do anything until the holiday company give me a straight answer – and, this close to the payment deadline, I’m entitled to expect one.
Bolton have been promoted to League 1 … as Rochdale go the other way, ironically.
Sunday, May 9th
We came from behind to win 3-1 at Villa. So we just need one more point to secure a top 4 finish. And City still aren’t champions.
The weather brightened up today, and I went to Erddig, which was lovely. So nice to be able to walk somewhere with no crowds and (in the gardens) no dogs! And to drive without traffic jams and traffic lights.
My weight is a disaster. Every time I lose a couple of pounds, they go back on. What am I supposed to do? Starve?
Still no news from the holiday company.
And, finally, it looks like we will get confirmation tomorrow that the May 17th reopenings can go ahead. And it sounds as if we’ll be given permission to hug our relatives and friends, as long as we’ve made “informed personal decisions” to do so. If you didn’t laugh, you’d cry! Did you ever think you’d be living in a world in which you couldn’t hug your loved ones without politicians giving you the go-ahead to do so, and making “informed personal decisions”?! Not even George Orwell came up with that one. I’m not criticising the restrictions, just thinking how far we’ve come from the world we lived in all our lives until 14 months ago. Covid World!