Please Release Me!

Tuesday. 10.05 a.m. From this Thursday, 24th February, all restrictions imposed by the Government to reduce the spread of coronavirus, will be removed. A day of celebration, surely? A day to throw off the shackles and not be forced to wear a face nappy (a good description for face coverings or whatever you want to call them.) It seems that the powers that be had let CONTROL go to their heads. The population, in general, have just rolled over and let their lives be controlled, mostly with fear being used as a weapon. We all know that 'coronavirus hasn't gone away.' Well, that's what the scientists are telling us and that's what Boris Johnson said at yesterday's press conference. But surely any virus mutates (which is how we came to have the omicron and delta variants.) Then we need to build up natural immunity, which is what the human body does (Doesn't need much intelligence to learn this. Pay attention, to those at the back of the class!) But treating us like infants is really an insult and we do need to be able to make our minds up if we're going to do such-and-such, for example, washing our hands regularly and wearing, or not wearing, face coverings. Surely, that goes without saying. Over-cleaning can have the opposite effect, as it can kill off natural flora which fights bacteria. Look at what's happened with the over-use of antibiotics, hence M.R.S.A. But now the government wants people to start going back to work, those who are employed in offices and other workspaces where people gather. Some hope of there being a race back any time soon because we've been frightened into submission by the scientists. It won't be easy to change people's habits.  After all, who is running the country, or, at least, supposed to be running the country? It seems we've been controlled by scientists, who don't very often get things right, particularly the vast numbers they tell us are going to catch the virus and how many are going to die from it. All this after they have number-crunched and come up with a figure which turns out to be so over-the-top as to be unbelievable, and our government just rolls over and does what they say. These people are paid eye-watering amounts of money, yet they get things wrong. Boris Johnson should just tell them to get lost and just remove the crazy restrictions.

I've been to Sainsbury's this morning. I had a few items I needed, one of them being sugar. They have had it in the same position for I don't know how many years. I went up and down the aisles, back and forth. I was at the point of giving up when I discovered it moved to an entirely different place along the back wall. No sign on the old position, telling customers where it had moved to, which is too easy. Just very annoying to have to find it myself. 

I emailed my MP about the Partygate scandal, that is, the discovery that there had been parties within Number 10 Downing Street during the time we were not supposed to meet up with other people in large numbers to prevent the spread of the coronavirus. I wasn't expecting to get a reply, but I didn't really expect to get a personal response! I am somewhat impressed that I got a personal response, not some prepared email that everyone gets. He has since emailed me again about the further situation regarding Partygate. To be honest, I think the whole thing has been set up to discredit Boris Johnson. As the photographs of Boris Johnson and other ministers in the Downing Street garden were first published when the story originally broke, in the Labour-leaning Daily Mirror, it seems to me there was a definite plot going on, even though the parties broke lockdown regulations. Then, who took the photographs? They must have been in a building over-looking Downing Street. Will we ever be told?

1.20 p.m. I have made some chocolate cookies. I'm not entirely sure if they're really successful. They taste great, but they might have needed a bit more cooking at a slightly higher temperature to be entirely successful. I think they should have been crisper than they are. A bit chewy but really tasty.

Mark, who cares for one of the tenants in Dexter House, has helped me dispose of the broken up boxes and packages I had in the cupboard in the kitchen, which I mentioned earlier. He has taken them to the area where the dustmen come to collect rubbish. So the cupboard/pantry is more or less empty, save for one or two items, such as the old electric kettle and toaster which I can take to the tidy tip for recycling, along with the old toilet seat which has been sitting against the kitchen wall since it was replaced months ago. It's good to have dealt with all this stuff that has been cluttering up the flat for so long.