annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Day 253 Sunday, Sunday. Still covid times, but kind of wild. I met my pal M by the river for a walk, an outdoor, safe thing to do. But a new coffee van has appeared by the bridge, where we'd arranged to meet, and the place was heaving with people. There was no way of walking along there and maintaining a 2m distance, or even a 1m distance from other people. The number of new cases in this local area has doubled in the last ten days, and people are still dying, young people, but I feel like a paranoid freak for trying to maintain safety. I can't even remember what life used to be like - I don't expect you can either. Imagine, going to a friend's house, maybe staying the night. Dancing in a club, in the middle of a crowd of people, all sweaty and hot, all singing along to the tune, all the breath mingling, safely. Unbelievable. Even a car ride with a load of friends together. I watched episode one of The Crown. It's well dodgy really, isn't it, making drama about people who are still alive? I always think that, because whether you want it to or not, a story fixes in your head once you've seen it acted out, even though you know events have been cut and pasted together to give a good dramatic structure and may have been quite different, or when private conversations are imagined. So many people all over twitter responding as if there'd been a hidden camera and this is all stone cold truth make me weary to my bones with the stupidity of this world we live in. Three good things: 10:28 p.m. - 22.11.20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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