You can still hold hands if someone is wearing rubber gloves; you can still laugh or smile wearing a face mask.
And, yes, those bureaucrats, the apparatchiks who felt things were returning to normal will be once again on the back-foot and find themselves redundant, scraping the earth with their over-long arms, their Neanderthal gait giving it all away.
I come from a long line of worriers, which is apposite as the subject of this blog relates to discussions with my brother about Covid. You see, he has been a mask wearer. He also has asthma like me and the combination of worrier, asthma and the time of Covid is a toxic cocktail forContinue reading “A long line of worriers and wear a facemask?”
This will all soon be over and we can get back to huddling, cuddling or whatever.
There is still plenty of bread, flour and beans in the UK.
Our tissues are what hold us together, the bits in between the things that make us, us.