Monday, November 2nd
Oh great. Got up to find that water was still coming through to the kitchen ceiling. The stain is horrendous, and I’ve got no idea where to find a decent decorator/artexer or whether or not they’re allowed to work indoors during lockdown. I couldn’t even do anything about it, as I had to get off to my “emergency” hair appointment. The hairdressers are all working flat out for the next three days, but are very worried about the situation – although, thankfully, it’s been announced that self-employed people who can’t work due to lockdown will get 80% of their income funded by the state, as for employed people.
I got the plumber to come back later. He said that there was a problem with the valve (which he put in), to do with condensation. I hope this isn’t going to turn into a whole saga. I have got to work at a client’s office tomorrow, and am hugely stressed about being out of the house all day with this going on.
There’s now a to-do over the possibility of people crossing from England to Wales to go to pubs, shops, hairdressers etc. And Nicola Sturgeon has said that Scotland might go into lockdown now that the furlough scheme’s being extended. This is just silly. Why can’t we all stick to the same rules?
Cup matches involving non-league teams can go ahead, hooray. And we’re allowed to make “short journeys” for exercise. Whatever a “short journey” may be.
Ryanair are refusing to give refunds for cancelled flights, even though international travel has been banned unless it’s for business. How are they allowed to get away with that?
And it’s emerged that Prince William had the virus in April, around the same time that Prince Charles did, but nothing was said to avoid worrying people. Melodramatic types are claiming that people would have panicked in case the virus carried off both Charles and William, something happened to the Queen, and Prince George had to become king at the age of 6, which is utterly ridiculous as neither Charles nor William were seriously ill. However, with Boris being so ill, I can see that it might have caused a panic if a second senior royal were known to have got the virus as well.
Opinion is divided over whether or not schools, colleges and universities should close.
And the North West Ambulance Service has said that it’s struggling to cope and may ask people to make their own way to hospital. It seems that it’s due more to staff being off due to self-isolating than to an exceptionally high number of 999 calls, but it’s certainly quite worrying.
Tuesday, November 3rd
Hoping that no more water is coming through, but it’s hard to tell whilst it’s still damp. Some of the artexing has come off. Having a huge mess on the ceiling at the start of a new year will really upset my OCD. Bleurgh.
The latest cunning plan is for mass testing of everyone in Liverpool. Liverpool has apparently volunteered for this. Some parts of East Asia have had great success with mass testing, so fingers crossed, but we’ll see.
I had to go out to a client’s office today. First time since all this started. I had to wear a mask … which obviously I don’t object to, but it was strange. Then I went to the Cancer Research shop, to get my Christmas cards before it has to close. Tough times for charities. Tough times for everyone. A lot of shops are opening late today and tomorrow. This didn’t happen last time, because we got no warning.
“Short journeys” for exercise are allowed. I’m defining “short” as meaning I can go to Hollingworth Lake. I’ve had e-mails to say that my trips to Blackpool Illuminations and Dunham lights are off – fair enough, at least they’re contacting people. I’d gladly rebook, but we don’t know what’s going to happen, and they were pretty fully booked for weekends anyway.
The Illuminations have been switched off. The last time this happened was in 1939, so that they didn’t shine through the blackout. But the Tower will remain lit. Was it really only 3 and a bit weeks ago that I was there?
In the middle of everything else, there was a terrorist attack in Vienna last night. Four people were killed. I had four days in Vienna last December, little thinking that I wouldn’t be going abroad for the whole of 2020. Such a beautiful city. And now the UK’s on maximum terror alert too.
And the US is voting. Joe Biden is hardly a dream president – there seems to be a chronic shortage of decent national leaders everywhere these days, with the possible exception of New Zealand – but he has to be better than someone who thinks people should drink bleach.
Wednesday, November 4th
The US election is too close to call, and we may not know the result today. It’s like a Jeffrey Archer book. It does look as if Biden’s going to squeak it, but nothing’s certain yet.
We do know the result of United v Istanbul Basaksehir. We lost. 2-1. FFS. How can we beat PSG and Leipzig, then lose to Istanbul Basaksehir? This season is already turning into a nightmare. And Rafa made a meal of beating Feli, but got there in the end.
A lot of shops are staying open late tonight. I’m going to be doing my Christmas shopping on Amazon. I would dearly love to give struggling local shops the business, but we are where we are, and I never leave it till December. Also, with Amazon Prime, I can have things delivered directly to family and friends at no extra charge. My sister’s still hoping that we’ll be able to get together at Christmas, but, sadly, I can’t see it. Infection rates here do seem to be levelling off, but are so high. Nationally, 472 deaths “with coronavirus” today. Grim figures.
Blackburn’s to be the trial area for a 30 minute test.
What classes as a “short journey for exercise”? Dunham Massey is staying open. It will be quieter than the park. Dogs are not allowed in the gardens – Heaton Park, much as I love it, is plagued with dog walkers, most of whom don’t even keep their mutts on leads. And the tea room will presumably be doing takeaway cream scones. What’s “short”? 3 miles? 13 miles? 30 miles? I think I’m going to class it as “short” and book it.
The weather’s turned nice, just as we go into lockdown. Just like in March. Stunning autumnal colours in the park.
Clinically vulnerable people have been advised not to go to work. I hope employers respect this. They can be furloughed. It’s all very well saying in the guidelines that people will be entitled to SSP, but SSP is just ridiculously low – I’ve been saying this for years.
In the words of Tears for Fears, it’s a very very mad world …
Thursday, November 5th
Welcome to Lockdown II. I’m trying to think of something very witty to say about Lockdown II and Bonfire Night, but not succeeding. No organised firework displays this year, but I can hear loads of fireworks going off.
The tables outside the park cafes have been removed, but you can still sit on the benches a few yards from where the tables were.
If Boris says “a package of measures” once more, I’m going to scream. It sounds like a bad 17th century play. There was a press conference this evening, but I gave it a miss. It clashed with Rafa’s match. The furlough scheme is being extended until March, which is good news but also rather pessimistic. And anyone made redundant since September 23rd can be re-employed and furloughed. How many employers are going to do that?!
A lot of offices seem to be staying open, even though people there could work from home. I’m not judging anyone, because working from home doesn’t work for everyone or every role, and enough businesses have gone under already, but, between that and schools staying open, I’m not sure how effective this is going to be.
Southport has been occupied by the Army. OK, Southport Pontins has been occupied by the Army. In preparation for the mass testing of Liverpool.
And the University of Manchester bizarrely put fences round halls of residence in Fallowfield, with security guards at the only gaps in them, to keep students virtually imprisoned during lockdown. I cannot believe that this has happened. After a public outcry, an apology’s been issued and the fences are being removed. But WTF? I just cannot believe that anyone thought that that was appropriate or acceptable.
Still watching the kitchen ceiling. It’s still a bit damp, so it’s hard to know what’s going on. This is stressful.
And we still don’t know who’s won the US presidential election. Donald Trump is making one unfounded allegation after another. It’s embarrassing. Both parties are fundraising to pay legal bills for when everyone sues over everything – as millions of Americans struggle to put food on the table. I love America. It deserves so much better than this.
Friday, November 6th
Some friends in Liverpool have taken part in the mass testing. They said that loads of people turned up, which was good … but, because loads of people turned up, it all a bit chaotic, and people were getting stressed because they had to get back to work/had to collect kids from school/were just sick of waiting. Oh well, it’s only the first day.
The park was much busier than usual today. It probably was yesterday too, but I went early yesterday. The queues at the cafes were so long that I didn’t bother having a drink: I hope it’s not going to be like this for the next month! Most people were alone or in pairs, or with children, but it has to be said that there were some people in groups.
More of the artexing has come off the kitchen ceiling.
Italy has imposed a horrible three tier system. Milan, Turin and Naples are amongst the places in tier with the highest level of restrictions.
There’ve been violent anti-lockdown protests in Slovenia.
The whole of Wales is coming out of lockdown on Monday, and there are to be no more local lockdowns there. However, rates remain very high in the valleys in the south – the old coal mining/iron and steel areas. I don’t know that part of Wales, but I’m assuming it’s got the same issues that we’ve got, with population density. Rates here are still going up a bit. And some non-emergency ops are being cancelled in Birmingham.
And we still don’t know who’s won the US election. I’m sure it’d be easier to wait until all the votes in a state have been counted before declaring, rather than giving these running updates which just seem to get people riled up. It looks as if Biden’s going to take Georgia and Pennsylvania, which will decide matters, but then Trump’ll call for a recount, and it could go on for days!
On a happier note, Rafa won. And Wigan have finished top of the Super League.
Saturday, November 7th
Joe Biden has won the election, but Donald Trump is refusing to accept it. It’s just embarrassing. And I feel rather sorry for Kamala Harris: it’s a pretty big deal that the US has got a female vice-president at last, but all the attention is on Trump’s toddler tantrums.
Rafa lost to Sascha 😦 . But United beat Everton, 3-1.
The kitchen ceiling is drying out, but the plaster/artexing is coming off and triggering my anxiety.
Lovely sunny day. Just like last time – hello lockdown, hello sunshine. I should, at this moment, be going round Blackpool Illuminations on a heritage tram. But I’m not. I have, however, been to Hollingworth Lake. It wasn’t as busy as usual, but there were plenty of people around, and The Olive and Pickle was open for takeaways (although, tragically, it hadn’t got any scones).
Half the car park in the local precinct here’s been turned into a Covid-19 testing centre. The borough “hotspot” is currently an area very close to chez moi, which is worrying, but it seems to be a different area every week. Why are these “hotspots” occurring? It’s not like the 1950s, when everyone was in and out of their neighbours’ houses all the time.
Local hospitals are now cancelling some elective procedures.
And people (unless they’re returning home) have been banned from entering the UK from Denmark, because of this mink business.
Oldham’s the worst hit part of the area at the moment, but it’s bad everywhere – our borough’s one of the ten worst in the country, although the rate here’s nothing like as bad as it is in Oldham. Struggling to find details on what’s going on elsewhere, except that France is now seeing 60,000 cases a day, more than double the rates here and with a lower population.
And I have still not done some house jobs I was meant to do last Sunday …
Remembrance Sunday, November 8th
It’s not the 11th until Wednesday, so I’ll keep my poppy and my poppy brooch on my coat until then, but today is the Sunday … and there should have been a big parade in Whitehall, and events at war memorials all round the country. As it was, people were asked to stay away, but the Queen, other senior royals, senior politicians and other dignitaries did attend a service at Whitehall. The Queen was seen wearing a face mask in public for the first time, at the tomb of the Unknown Warrior. It was suggested that people could display pictures of poppies in their windows, and stand on their doorsteps at 11am. I did both, but, unfortunately, neither idea really caught on, and not that many people did.
There was a big anti-lockdown protest in town today. People are entitled to protest, but Remembrance Sunday wasn’t the day for it, there was no social distancing, and, from what the Evening News says, some of the people there were drunk. Similar scenes in Liverpool.
Infection rates are falling in 6 out of the 10 local boroughs, and only rising slightly in 2. Unfortunately, they’re rising quite a bit here and in Oldham. Hopefully it’s just a blip – this was happening in Stockport last week and Wigan the week before, and those trends have been reversed now – but it’s obviously not great. I just can’t see how rates are going to come down whilst schools and so many workplaces remain open. And, with it now being dark by the end of the working day, I suspect that a lot more people will be visiting each other rather than meeting up outdoors.
I am really stressed about the kitchen ceiling. The initial problem was caused by a leak, and the rest by condensation. The bits that only got wet later are pretty much dry now, but the part in the middle isn’t. It stands to reason that it must have got much wetter so will take longer to dry, but, because it’s not dry, I’m panicking in case there’s still a problem … but, if there was, surely it’d be spreading? It’s hard to cope with things like this when you’ve got an anxiety disorder.
The Christmas markets should be open now. Gluhwein and hot chocolate, and that daft reindeer head singing carols and making everyone laugh. In the summer, I was still pretty optimistic about getting a Christmas market trip abroad. I went to Vienna last year, Munich the year before, and Cologne the year before that. Such lovely times.
Made myself do the house stuff this morning, then, after the Remembrance Sunday service and before the tennis and football, I went to Clifton Country Park. People on the paths were sticking to the rules about not meeting up in groups, but the playground was busy.
Some good news – meal vouchers for underprivileged children are to be provided during the Christmas holidays. Apparently Boris rang Marcus Rashford to tell him!