If you live in the UK how do you feel about another lock down?
Well that depends on what’s good for me and what’s best for you. I owe a debt of gratitude to Dominic Cummings for making me aware that his misplaced sense of entitlement was an arrogant insult and that some sort of collective responsibility should be adopted. When London was in Tier 2 – sorry, if you don’t live in the UK this will be gobbledygook- the rules were adaptable. Mini-flouting and bending them seemed acceptable. I read in WeekendFT yesterday that the Garrick wrote to it’s members telling them the rule about not discussing business in the club had been adapted so that members and their guests could come to the club, so long as they only talked “club business”. The mistake was to write the letter. They could have mini-flouted; instead the Garrick has set itself up as an effigy to be burnt alongside Dom Cum on bonfire night, that odious festival of anti-Catholicism, as bad as Halloween.
Lock down is simply: stay home (not so hard in winter), take Bertie for walks, top up on Cap’n Morgan Spiced Gold Rum and other essentials at the corner shop, buy stuff on the internet, read, listen to opera and muse. Frankly, it’s easy for me to stick to the rules. I am retired with an income. Robert and Bertie are reclusive, well the former is, so can live within the rules. It’s a different story for people who don’t have a job, don’t have money and cannot pay their way.
The new lock down does not close schools and universities, is not much hardship to old folk (it’s supposed to be saving our lives) but bears down hard on the majority of the population. On balance I think it is a mistake. I mourn the death of Sean Connery but we only live once.