A few thoughts on the pandemic, six months after it all started in China, and three months since the commencement of lockdown in the UK. All the frivolity of our existence was stripped away at the outset, and the priority became survival. The worldwide run on toiletpaper spoke volumes. Planes stand idle, as do cruiseliners.
When normality appears to be in the offing, people can't wait to go on a trip. Whether this be on the ferry (as here in the Outer Hebrides), or on a plane away from lockdown hell.
Temperatures rose into the high 20s low 30s last week, so half a million people flocked to the beach at Bournemouth. Five hundred thousand.
When a noble cause reared its head (Black Lives Matter), thousands flocked to the streets. It wasn't about BLM. It was about getting normality back, and going on a rally is normal. One side-effect: coronavirus had a great opportunity to spread.
Because nobody bothered with the two-metre rule.
Normality had its last year in 2019.
A new normality will be established in 2020, and nobody likes it.
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