I realised that the last entry I wrote in my diary was about two years ago (January 2022) and was entitled “I have Covid”. I’d just like to put on the record that I did not die – it does sound a little like a “last words” post.
“My country, how I leave my country.” William Pitt the
Younger
“Kiss me Hardy.” Lord Nelson
“Tomorrow, at sunrise, I shall no longer be here.”
Nostrodamus
As last words go, “I have Covid” might be quite apt, but it
was not as bad as that. I had a funny feeling in my nose, some anxiety and a
fluctuating temperature, but was soon OK. I think the later you caught the
disease, the better it was; the virus became less harmful and we’d all had a
couple of vaccinations.
I may have had Covid a second time, but no-one seems to bother
to take a test any more (including me) and isolation and face masks are things
of the past for the British (if not for other countries). There’s still lots of
Covid about all across the world and here, in the UK, I know a lot of people
who have had it over Christmas, including our friends Pauline and Chris, their
children and grandchildren!
For the government, Covid was a disaster. They were inept,
incompetent and dishonest. The shambles of multiple too-late lockdowns, a lack
of scientific understanding and rank hypocrisy in sticking to their own rules
has hit their popularity and cost Prime Minister Boris Johnson his job and his
career as a politician.
He was hosting parties at Downing Street in contravention to
the rules, but the fact he denied it and lied to Parliament ultimately cost him
his career. There’s currently a Covid Inquiry being staged to try to find out
what went wrong and what lessons could be learned. It’s not very helpful –
everyone is blaming everyone else. Hat wen wrong? Everything. What lessons will
be learned? None!
