Monday, November 30th
Latest diktat from the dictators of Downing Street – people in Tier 3 areas are not allowed to go and watch kids’ nativity plays, but people in Tier 1 and Tier 2 areas are. It’s like a bloody Dickens novel. People in London – eat, drink and be merry. People in Manchester, Leeds, Birmingham, Sheffield, etc – Christmas in the workhouse for you.
It says in this morning’s paper that footfall in Blackpool fell by 44% between the end of August and the end of October. And the idea of bringing in business by ending the Illuminations season’s been ruined by the Tier 3 restrictions.
It’s being reported that up to 100 Tory MPs are unhappy with the tier system, although it’s not clear how many of them will vote against it. But Labour are wimping out and refusing to vote against it.
I wish someone would slap Matt Hancock. He’s so bloody patronising!
News from Wales – indoor entertainment venues have got to close, and pubs, bars, cafes and restaurants are banned from selling alcohol and have to close (except for takeaways) at 6pm.
It’s rained nearly all day. So the park was quiet, which at least meant that there wasn’t a queue in the cafe! I’ve had two face-to-face interactions with human beings all day – asking for a cup of tea in the park cafe, and asking for stamps for my overseas Christmas cards in the post office. I’d rather have this than being in the office, but it’s a bit miserable as well.
A new tumble dryer will hopefully be arriving on Thursday.
Tuesday, December 1st
Labour have wimped out and abstained, so the Let’s Level Down The North And Give London Special Treatment tier system looks set to go ahead.
A Lincolnshire MP asked why Market Rasen is in Tier 3 when East Ham, in London, has 6 times the number of cases and is in Tier 2. Boris sidestepped the question.
The Arcadia Group’s gone bust, which takes out Evans, Top Shop, Top Man, Wallis, Burtons, Miss Selfridge and Dorothy Perkins. Debenhams, which is closely linked to it, has now collapsed too. I can’t believe it. The big Debenhams in Manchester has been there since 1957, and known as Debenhams since 1973. So it’s been a big landmark all my life. BHS on Market Street’s another shop I’ve gone to all my life. And Top Shop was the in place for teenage girls to shop when I was a teenage girl – not so much for fat kids like me, but certainly for cool kids. They were struggling before this, but lockdown and social distancing have finished them off. Unless something can be done, 25,000 people are going to lose their jobs, plus the knock-on effect on suppliers and landlords, the loss of council tax, and the general impact on footfall of big shops not being there.
Newcastle v Villa’s off due to a virus outbreak at Newcastle – the first Premier League match to fall foul of it since the restart.
And even the Queen’s Christmas plans have been mucked up: she and Prince Philip are staying at Windsor, not going to Sandringham.
On a happier note, today has been sunny. And I’ve eaten the first chocolate out of the Advent calendar.
Wednesday, December 2nd
The UK’s become the first country in the world to authorise use of the Pfizer/BioNTech vaccine.
This is obviously great news.
However, it’s going to take a long time before it can be administered to everyone. In the meantime, we’re stuck with this system that seems designed to do down the North and Midlands. I’ve e-mailed my MP to thank him for voting against them, but, unfortunately, it didn’t change anything. Stratford-on-Avon’s actually taking legal action against the government. I’m trying to think of some Shakespearean joke to make about that, but obviously it’s not funny.
My brother-in-law is self-isolating for a third time, after coming into contact with someone who tested positive. Bleurgh.
And we lost to PSG. I should have been having a nice hot chocolate at the Christmas markets, then going to see United take on Mbappe, Neymar and co … and, instead, I had to watch it on TV. And we lost. And need at least a draw at Leipzig to be sure of qualifying.
Thursday, December 3rd
You can now travel from England to Wales. Unless your area’s in Tier 3.
Lots of pictures of football fans being welcomed back to matches. But not if your area’s in Tier 3.
Lots of pictures of people enjoying evenings out at pubs and restaurants. But not if your area’s in Tier 3.
Even some pictures of theatre performances. But not if your area’s in Tier 3.
So sick of being treated like a criminal, a leper, and generally a second-class citizen.
A rather childish row’s broken out over the vaccine, after the Education Secretary joked about Britain authorising it first because we’re the best country, and the stupid idiots at the EU took it seriously and got the huff!
Kids doing GCSEs and A-levels next year are to be told what’s on the papers. I’m not sure that that’s a very good idea – the rest of the syllabus is then going to be relegated to the background. It’s a nightmare situation, because some kids have been in school continuously since the beginning of September, whereas others have missed weeks and weeks because of having to self-isolate. That’s no-one’s fault, but I’m not sure that this is the best way of dealing with it.
The tumble dryer has not arrived. It is supposed to be coming tomorrow. But I will not be in tomorrow. So I’ve had to ask Mum and Dad to wait at my house for 2 hours, which I feel a bit awful about, and I’ll just have to hope I can work out how to use it. FFS, just the one day I’m not in!!
Friday, December 4th
This is the weekend I was going to have a Christmas market break. 2017, Cologne. 2018, Munich. 2019, Vienna. 2020 … er, no Christmas markets, and you can’t go anywhere without going into quarantine when you get back, and there are restrictions in most of Europe anyway. But I have been for a Festive Spa Day at the Last Drop, and very nice it was too! I’m so sorry for them – there are usually weddings, barmitzvahs, conferences and all sorts going on there, and now the hotel and restaurant aren’t allowed to open at all. But the leisure club can – the pool, jacuzzi and aromatherapy rooms are open, and you can have spa treatments. And you get a festive afternoon tea.
The festive afternoon tea – turkey, cranberry and stuffing sandwiches, a jam and cream scone, and two mince pies – had to be served as a takeaway. It’d been dry when I’d gone in for my treatments (facial, back massage, scalp massage). When I came out, and collected the afternoon tea, it was snowing! There are picnic tables in the hotel grounds, so I decided that it’d be lovely and festive to sit there, with snow falling around me, and eat it. It wasn’t – it was bloody freezing, and I ended up giving up and bringing it home (and very nice it was too). But it made a great photo for Facebook!
Loads of snow on the moors, and cars coming down from the moors had loads of snow on their bonnets.
The Brexit negotiations are not getting far. Every time I put Sky News on, they inform us that yet more food has been delivered. WTF? Tell them that they’re not getting another morsel to eat until they reach a deal! That idiot Barnier’d soon stop being so awkward then. He wears an EU flag mask. How sad is that?
The R rate is below 1, and infection levels are falling everywhere except in the NE. Infection rates in Greater Manchester are falling faster than anywhere else (I think). Only Rochdale and Oldham are still struggling a bit, and rates are coming down even there. Everywhere else is below or only just above 200, and 4 boroughs are well below 200. But we’re still stuck in Tier 3. It has been noted numerous times that the rates in parts of London were 340 when they were put into Tier 2.
Rapid testing for care home visitors has been stopped in Greater Manchester, Merseyside and South Yorkshire, because of fears that the results aren’t accurate enough.
The new tumble dryer is here 🙂 .
Saturday, December 5th
It was really snowy at Lyme Park/Pemberley today! The roads were clear, but there was loads of snow on the grass – kids were throwing snowballs – and, on a lovely, clear, day, glorious views of the snow-covered Peaks. Absolutely glorious.
I honestly wasn’t sure whether it was in the borough of Stockport (Greater Manchester), the borough of High Peak (Derbyshire) or the borough of East Cheshire. However, the postal address, as given on the booking e-mail, said “Lyme Park, Disley, Stockport”. However, it turned out that it was a few hundred yards into East Cheshire. So I suppose I inadvertently broke “guidance” by being there – me and the other 85% of people there who’d have come from either Greater Manchester or High Peak/Buxton. Being in East Cheshire meant that, hooray, the house could open, so you could see all the lovely Christmas decorations in there, and you could sit at the tables outside the cafe (or indoors, if you were wimping out of the cold – a nice dry cold today, not damp cold like yesterday).
This is the country we now live in. A few hundred yards make the difference as to whether a hotel can open or has to close, and a restaurant can open or can only offer takeaways. Those which can’t operate normally, or at all, get no more support than those which can. In the West Country, there are three tiers. If you live in Cornwall, you can go into a pub and drink a pint of beer. If you live in neighbouring Devon, you can go into a pub in Cornwall, and sit at the next table to someone drinking a pint of beer, but you yourself cannot just drink a pint of beer. However, if you also order a Scotch egg, you can then drink the beer. Crossing from Devon into Somerset, if you live in North Somerset, or neighbouring South Gloucestershire, you are not supposed to go to either Devon or Cornwall at all. Nor may you cross the Severn Bridge from South Gloucestershire into South Wales. If, however, you live in Devon or Cornwall, you may drive through North Somerset and South Gloucestershire into South Wales, but you can’t drink alcohol in a pub, and you can’t even eat a Scotch egg in a pub if it’s after 6pm. If you live in South Wales, you may drive to Cornwall, go into a pub, and drink as much as you like, without any Scotch eggs, even if you come from Blaenau Gwent, where the infection rate is around 500 per 100,000. The infection rate in South Gloucestershire is around 150 per 100,000. It’s like a cross between a George Orwell novel and a bad sitcom. But it’s really not funny for those of us in areas which have been under additional restrictions since July.
The takeaway businesses set up by places round here which never used to do takeaways are doing really well, though. I felt so sorry for a Catalan/Balearic restaurant which’d barely opened when lockdown started, but they had someone cooking paella outside today, with people gathering to watch (there’s far less “social distancing” in takeaway queues than in sit-in restaurants, but try telling the clowns in the Cabinet that), and the guy told me that they sold out in 14 minutes the first day they tried it. Good for them!
And fans are back at Premier League matches. But not in Tier 3. United were playing at West Ham – so fans were allowed in, as London, bien sur, is not in Tier 3. We won 3-1. Yay!
Sunday, December 6th
Went into town today. Due to the building work at the Town Hall, Father Christmas is sat outside Central Library. And there are other decorations up too. That’s my takeaway tea and bagel, not litter!!
There were plenty of people around – although not on these photos, which I took before the shops opened and which are away from the shopping area anyway – but absolutely nothing like you’d expect 19 days before Christmas, and it was very sad to see all the empty spaces where the Christmas markets should have been. Some of the usual decorations and trees were missing, too.
There were long queues outside Primark.
A lot of food places were open for takeaways. I’m trying to use independent places as much as possible. The chains have got money coming in from areas that aren’t under these horrendous restrictions. Local independent places haven’t. They’re all doing their best, but I had people apologising to me for the limited options on offer, saying that they couldn’t sell things like fresh cream cakes because they don’t keep and they just aren’t selling enough in a day to make it worth it, and that they’ve even had to run down their stock of non-perishable stuff because they’ve had to empty some of their freezers as they can’t afford the cost of the electricity to run them. Yet places like these only get the same small business grants, which are very little anyway, as places in Tier 1 and Tier 2, which are able to open up and offer sit-down meals as normal. This is the sort of thing that Andy Burnham keeps talking about. Levelling down the North.
Gary Neville was on the Sophy Ridge interview on Sky News this morning. He was having quite a rant. Good for him.
The usual brass bands and carol singers weren’t around either, but four students with brass instruments were playing carols outside Marks & Spencer’s. They made me smile 🙂 . Thank you, carol-playing students!