With all the stress and strains of the pandemic, the uncertainties of the future, the financial pressures on the economy and just what will future trips on Ryanair be like, the UK is turning in on itself and focused entirely on one man. Do as I say not what I do.
When you listen to the defence from Dominic Cummings, and place yourself in his shoes the prosecution seems illogical. The horrendous mass of wasted effort from all political sides and the press could have been better spent on organising the future.
Quite simply poor old Dom should have pleaded to the police for protection of his son, defence of himself and wife from local aggressive campaigners, appealed to the local care workers or hospital staff to take care of his son. Or option two; do nothing and hope his young son could look after himself if DC and his wife succumbed to the virus thus sparing the essential services the extra burden. Either option would have surely gained an equal level of abject criticism.
Being a lowly member of the proletariat has its benefits. All I have to worry about is how to get a delivery from the supermarket. And will a cappuccino and almond croissant ever be available again?