Monday, April 26th
I am absolutely dreading the day Boris says that people don’t have to work from home any more. Decent employers will probably let people choose to work from home 2 or 3 days a week, but others will want people back where they think they can “control” them better. The slightest thing turns into a nightmare when you are trapped in an office. Boiler needs repairing? “Between 12pm and 6pm.” Parcel needs delivering? “Between 7am and 9pm, and can’t be left without a signature. We’ll give you a one hour time slot on the day” – like it’s that easy to go home for an hour. Need to go to the bank? Only open 10am to 3pm, and there will be a horrendous queue during your dinner hour, because it’s everyone else’s dinner hour as well. And the traffic is so bad and parking so difficult that you’ll have to walk there and back, which will take up most of your dinner hour anyway. Etc etc etc!
Today, I needed to go somewhere which is only open 9am to 5pm, and which, due to traffic and queues, I couldn’t have got to and from in my dinner hour. So I just nipped out, at a time when there wasn’t much traffic, and when there was unlikely to be a queue. It didn’t take very long. But I just could not have got there if I’d been trapped in the office.
People aged 44 are now able to book vaccines. Are we doing one year at a time now?! I’d assumed they’d say people from 40 to 44.
Tuesday, April 27th
People aged 42 and 43 are now able to book vaccines. Presumably they just staggered it to avoid the website crashing if too many people tried to book at once. Considering that we thought it might be May before anyone outside the top 9 groups was called, it’s really going pretty well, touch wood.
However, the situation in India – lovely India, where I went in 2018 and, before all this started, hoped to go again in, perhaps, 2022 or 2023 – is heartbreaking. Car parks are being used as crematoria. Trees in public parks are being cut down for kindling. Hospitals have got no oxygen. And no free beds. We’ve sent what supplies we can, as have other countries, but it’s a drop in the ocean. Almost 3,000 deaths per day are being reported, and, sadly, that’s probably only a fraction of the true figure.
In other news:
1. The weather’s turned. Cold, cloudy and showery.
2. Wimbledon’s doing away with Middle Sunday from next year, and just playing 14 days like the other Grand Slams do, although I assume we’ll have the second week split by gender, rather than the silly Aussie Open system of having the men’s semis on two different days. I really can’t decide how I feel about this!
Wednesday, April 28th
Apparently, the idea is to use the NHS app as a vaccine passport. I don’t really fancy downloading the NHS app, but it sounds like we may have no choice. There’s also talk about booster jabs in the autumn.
Holiday company has now cancelled all tours up to the end of June. Mine is due to go on 18th July. They’ll probably cancel up to 15th or 16th July next time, leaving me hanging on! I’m not expecting it to go, but obviously I do need the official word. I’m sorry for myself: I booked Iceland in September 2019 and was really looking forward to it. But I’m even sorrier for the holiday company.
I’ve sent a donation to the British Asian Trust, which is doing what it can to help India. Unfortunately, given how many people there are in India, aid sent by both governments and charities can only stretch so far.
Thursday, April 29th
Ugh, the weather has turned! But it should dry up again by the weekend.
We are playing Roma this evening.
The average infection rate across Greater Manchester remains around 35. Across England as a whole, it remains around 25 – lowest in the South East, highest in Yorkshire, but nothing terrible anywhere. But it isn’t really going down, just staying around the same. This virus isn’t going away. But we’re being told that the May 17th easing of restrictions should be going ahead 🙂 .
The US is also doing well, and things seem to be improving across much of Europe too, but Turkey, which did so well last year, is now going into full lockdown. And the news from India continues to be very bad. A further problem is that the Serum Institutes in India were meant to be producing vaccines for the Covax programme, to be sent to poorer countries, but, given the situation, none of those vaccines will be leaving India. Worrying times.
Later – wa-hey!! After going 2-1 down, we came back to beat Roma 6-2!!! Big leads have been overturned in second legs before, so I’m not counting any chickens yet, but … well, I never dared home for a 4 goal lead. We could yet have two all-English finals … but, as I said, let’s not count any chickens yet.
Friday, April 30th
Sunshine and showers today, and the same forecast for tomorrow. Monday is looking iffy, though … and I can’t reshuffle my plans because you have to book everything in advance these days!
Everyone over 40 is now being invited to book an appointment for their first jab. I’m hearing some reports of issues booking, though. You can get appointments, but you may have to wait a couple of weeks, or travel a bit rather than going to a centre close to your home. But we knew there were going to be issues in April, and things have gone much better than we thought they might.
A trial mask-free nightclub event’s being held in Liverpool. Not that I want to go to a nightclub, but some people do! I’d rather like to go to the pictures, but I don’t think there’s going to be anything decent on when cinemas reopen next month.
Still very bad news from both India and Brazil.
In the middle of everything else, the junction where you turn out of our estate on to the main road is closed. Apparently something’s collapsed. It was absolutely fine until BT started digging it up the other week – funny, that. OK, these things happen, but there wasn’t a soul working on it when I went past at half 3 this afternoon, not when I went past at half 2 yesterday afternoon. Typical.
Saturday, May 1st
Today, I have actually been out of England for the first time since … whenever I last went to Bodnant Garden, which must have been last summer. We are less than an hour’s drive from the Welsh border, the car radio picks up Greatest Hits Manchester loudly and clearly well into North Wales, and I am sick of all this silly closing of borders to score political points. But, hopefully, that’s over now! I’ve had a really nice day. I was ecstatic to find that, although the daffodils at the front of Chirk Castle were long dead, those in the gardens and woodlands were still going!
After a lovely morning at Chirk, I went into Llangollen, where I had bara brith at the Welsh Cottage Tea Rooms to celebrate being allowed back into Wales, looked at people white water rafting on the Dee, and then went on a horse drawn boat ride on the Llangollen Canal.
And care home residents are to be allowed to visit friends and relatives, which is lovely.
Sunday, May 2nd
Oh. Well, that wasn’t the afternoon I’d planned. Like pretty much everyone else round here, I’d intended to watch United v Liverpool. The biggest match in English club football. El Clasico Ingles. Both clubs needing a win in the quest for a top four finish. And with the rather unpleasant added spice of knowing that, if we lost, City would be champions.
But it didn’t happen.
We knew there were anti-Glazer protests planned, but they were supposed to be peaceful. However, as these things so often do, it all got a bit out of hand. Thankfully, there was little real trouble, but a small minority of people did clash with police and stewards, and two police officers were injured. Some people protested outside the Lowry Hotel, where the team were, and prevented the team coach from leaving; and, more seriously, some people broke into the stadium and got on to the pitch. Gary Neville, commentating for Sky, was doing his whole Red Nev thing about the right to protest and needing to do something that would get the Glazers’ attention and make headlines, but a lot of the people on the pitch just seemed to be smirking and taking selfies.
I have had enough of the Glazers. Everyone has. We never wanted them in the first place. They’ve got no connection with United, with Manchester, with football. They were only ever interested in money. They don’t care about the fans. And the Super League thing was the final straw. And, yes, something big was needed. There are “LUHG” (Love United Hate Glazer) stickers all over the place, but they don’t care. They’re 3,000 miles away. But breaking into the stadium’s not on. And we don’t want to see matches cancelled. This is all rather a mess. We’ve seen some awful things go on in the past. I remember City fans going to the care home where Peter Swales’s elderly mother lived. We don’t want trouble. But we do want the Glazers out. And they won’t go. It’s our club. But they own it.
There being no football, I watched the Estorial tennis final. Cam Norrie went a set and a break up … but Ramos Vinolas came back to win.
And the weather forecast for tomorrow is vile. Bloody typical! I’m going to Brodsworth come what may, but it won’t be much fun if it’s wet and windy. And poor Windermere Lake Cruises, who’ve lost so much money already because of the pandemic, have had to cancel all tomorrow’s bookings. Bloody weather!
But, to end on a high note, I went to Dunham Massey this morning (picture below), and met up with my cousin, whom I hadn’t seen for ages because she’s been shielding. So lovely to be reunited at last!