Country Air

The lockdown siege ploughs on, apart from the obvious medical safety reasons the only saving grace is the lighter nights and a bit of decent weather.

It is a hidden delight to grab the hour’s allowed R&R through a walk through the spring growth. It gives sense of renewal that despite all, plants, flowers and wildlife carry on as normal. Somehow this gives a glimmer of normality in these ‘dark days’ of concern.

Regrettably the spiring flowers are interrupted by another of mans innate desire to ruin things. The spring flowers desperately try overcome the Bogans who dump their rubbish on the verges. We could do wit a vaccine against Bogans.

Remember the dark nights of winter, the endless torrential rain, the storms and the devastating floods. If the ‘Rona’ virus has popped up then it would have been the prefect storm impact on mental and physical health.

Things are bound to change once this wretched virus departs, hopefully with a vaccine able to kicks its rear for good. But then the recriminations; who, what, why and when will be investigated to destruction. Not that the press are already in full flow on this mission. I have turned off the news whenever a spokesman or commentator pops up pontificating on issue designed to put the government on the back foot. Instead of being able to get on with things the government are constantly trying to defend situations – often giving false impressions or promises designed just to get the press off their backs.

The world is destined for a massive factory reset, prevailing settings will be deleted and the world can start afresh. Hopefully many of the old habits will disappear. “Just in time” will hopefully be a casualty. This may make sense from an accountants view, holding zero stock and having constant deliveries timed by the hour to meet manufacturing or stock demands. The downside is the huge volume and frequency of stock in transit and excessive transport movements. Cash is king to an accountant but 50 deliveries a week is making a nonsense of the environment, as are perhaps deliveries from the other side of the world.

The Bogans deliver their detritus to the
countryside amongst the wild flowers

Alistair Owens

The meandering thoughts of someone with too much time on his hands. Tending to see the obscure and irrelevant in most events I have been forced to record this by family members as a means of diverting attention away from them. But I see their plan.

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