Who was that masked man?

Sitting in a full departure lounge, my flight delayed by 45 minutes. Three people wearing masks.

In May one of our party picked up Covid in a hot and crowded departure lounge – aircraft similarly delayed – where no-one wore a mask. They didn’t know- of course – and continued their journey to the family holiday villa. The whole family developed Covid Omicron when they got home.

So this time I’m wearing a mask. I don’t want Covid again. Neither should you.

The social pressure to conform and go bare-faced is immense. It’s weird.

Someone should be taking an interest. NHS in a real crisis ten years in the making. Cases in China exploding after restrictions lifted. Presumably only a matter of time until some new variant – maybe more deadly – reaches us.

But it’s like the pandemic is so last year… And no UK government will have the courage to risk imposing new regulations or even telling anyone.

From what im reading and hearing we should all be very worried; which is probably why we’re not being told.

I could be wrong. I hope I am.

Flying into chaos

I’ll be flying to the UK very soon.

I’ll be leaving my isolated rural hamlet in France and heading into what looks like the chaos and danger of Kent and London.

I’m now a sort of retired, anxious, old romantic revolutionary slipping back into the country he used to call home; to walk into the midst of a midwinter of discontent, poverty, debt and a population unmasked in the misguided belief that Covid is over.

Risky.

I’ll let you know what i find.