The big wide world is giving us a right bashing of late. Apart from destroying it through our environmental oversights we have politics, pandemics and economics joining in the fight.
We are not out the woods, the bigger problem is the wood has become a forest. No one knows haw the pandemic will play out. A vaccine may or may not be discovered. If it is will this induce a calamitous scramble, a global fight between countries as to who has the best covid record that is right out of a disaster novel. Already the big boys are circling the coral have a right good sniff at what is going on and generally peeking over shoulders at someone’s exam paper. ‘No, we are not cheating Sir we just happened to looking that way, out of the window, at the squirrels’.
Next we have the political shenanigans. The scrummage between science bods and politicians anxious to save their country whilst scoring points against all others in having a lower score in the infections rate. As if that really matters. Chuck in a few elections stir vigorously and pops a political ‘Eton Mess’.
Now to the tune of ‘The Hockey Cockey” song we have policies that are being switched off and back on again to reset the health of nations. Our British stiff upper lip resolve has shown some most unfortunate quivering. There are mountains of employers and employees that are holding it together by the skin of their teeth ( and I’ve still got more clichés in the tank). As lockdown lifts – and a second wave looming we are running around like kindergarten kids with the whole team chasing the ball. It’s off to the beach; the continent, the sun and the rave party. We need a break – but hang on World War II lasted five years and we have only clocked up four covid months.
All those with second homes in the UK have an option. All the holiday lets are fully booked and charging their customers top dollar to recoup losses from the pandemic, yet paradoxically their customers are living through the same economic nightmare.