8 Apr 2020

And Then Wot Next...

Well, so, how y’all looking up in lock down? I do my exercising most days and if it’s any help, it goes something like this:
Pump left arm down once then periodically keep moving it forwards, backwards and sideways. Press down then relax left foot while pressing down and relaxing right foot. Move both arms gently up and down whilst moving my head from left to right and back to straight ahead. Repeat all the above, as required, for the entire exercise period. After about fifteen minutes I vigorously raise my left arm. This is to ensure the parking break is correctly applied and thus we’ve safely arrived at the supermarket car park. Repeat above for homeward journey, shower and take a well earned rest.

In other news, I got a letter from that tussle-haired scamp of a country leader today. Shame he didn’t read wot he’d typed before popping it in the post to me.

I also spotted on the news some guy being discharged from hospital after being cured of the bug. Seems that as he left he was given the clap of honour by wot looked like the entire hospital staff. If they have the time for that, one can only guess at how underwhelmed and under-stressed they are with regards other patients needing minute by minute intensive care and attention.

Also spotted this which strikes me as a waste of time and money and regardless, at the present time, would indicate particularly poor timing. Seems they ‘need’ a Diversity and Inclusion Manager for the Bristol Headquarters at a salary of a pair of nurses - £44,606 - £50,819 pa. Blessed be NHS Diversity and Inclusion Managers. Not a clue wot one of them does but when the lucky winner’s announced, let’s give ‘em a mass doorstep clap of appreciation. Ah shacks ma heed.

Anyhoo, wot next? Tracked via your smartphone GPS to add to drones, road blocks, helicopters, CCTV, car registration recognition and neighbourhood.snitch.com. When will Look-At-Me’dia folk start the craze for  daubing plague crosses on the doors of folk they don’t like and ‘suspect’ of having an irritating intermittent cough and have been seen going out more than twice a day?

Do the MSM understand the power of suggestion they’re presently wielding regards bombarding us with the symptoms and how many folk will become convinced by this continual ‘suggestion’ that they are infected? So without any apology I return to Desiderata, a comfort through those lumpy sections on the road of life, and an edit of a verse for this section of road we’re all presently traveling and as an antidote to the MSM:
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

And here’s a song for the times by a band that I’m sure you’re all more than familiar with as indeed I wasn’t, Reverend Peyton's Big Damn Band. When Lock-up ends we need to do some of this – and if lock-up keeps getting extended we need to do  a lot more of this. It’d be good to hear this bouncing out of every front door in the land eh?

         

This whole sorry affair deserves a happy ending, right? Hay, I know wot you’re watching but try and keep an eye on  the front door. Pardon? No, the one in the movie...

          

Quote;  David Nabarro.

“The flu-casters would draw out the maps and keep people engaged at regular intervals - beaming it from the WHO bunker.”

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