Robert Smith

My local council have cancelled an event called "Covid Day Of Reflection" later this month. It's a shame. I was looking forward to "reflecting" on the fact that covid could kill you if you stood up to walk to the toilets in a pub without wearing a mask but not if you were sat down eating a pie. And of course you had to be out of the pub by 10pm because covid knew the time and would kill you if you were still supping up your last drops of beer at 10.01pm. I was looking forward to "reflecting" on the fact that at one point people who worked in Tesco didn't have to wear a mask at work but if they popped into Aldi on the way home covid would INSTANTLY know they were in a different supermarket and kill them. (And vice versa for all supermarket staff). I was hoping to reflect that families from different households were allowed to sit in groups of 8 in a pub garden but not in any of their own gardens. That 30 people who worked closely together in an office all day weren't allowed to invite each other into their own homes for even a minute. That loved ones were barred from attending funerals. That anyone who'd had covid and died of ANYTHING (car crash/drowned/fell off a roof/eaten by a lion etc), within 90 days was a recorded as a "covid death". That children's playparks were apparently covid killing grounds and posed a imminent threat to life if ANYONE dared to sit on a swing. And of course I'd like to reflect on being told that I wasn't allowed to go outside for more than an hour each day because covid was out there and would kill me but I was supposed to open all my windows to let in fresh air because if I didn't then the covid in my house would also kill me. Oh, and I'd like to reflect on being told by a security guard in Tesco that I couldn't possibly be exempt from wearing a face mask because I "walked too fast" to be exempt. Actually, on reflection, I've done enough reflecting.