I had my usual glance at the online papers this morning.
It was the usual Virus, Virus and yet more Virus. The main headline did catch my attention however –
Coronavirus: People may be asked to stay at home while ‘cocooners’ are out under new plan
Now this brought up a vivid mental picture……….
Thirty minutes before the appointed time, vans with loud hailers will tour the streets telling everyone to get indoors. Those near their homes will rush in, do a headcount to make sure all are safely in and then lock and bolt the doors and windows. Those too far from home will have to find themselves a suitable shelter.
Soon there is no sign of life. The only movement is a plastic bag caught in a breeze and a stray dog sniffing around the litter bins.
At the appointed time the sirens will wail across the city. Slowly but surely the geriatrics will emerge from their homes onto the deserted streets. Some will have walking sticks while others will use Zimmer Frames, Rollators and the odd electric mobility scooter. They hobble around looking a bit bewildered.
The curtains twitch in the windows. Children peer out at the sight of all these old people. Parents assure them that everything is fine and that soon those people will have to return to their Homes for the Bewildered and the streets will soon be clear for everyone to emerge.
An hour later, the sirens sound again. This is the thirty minute warning. All the geriatrics start to make their way home. Some have been too scared to venture beyond the front gate so they are all right. Others will have wandered too far and will not make it in time, or will have got lost or can’t remember where they live. Those will be picked up by the police and locked up for breaking the curfew.
Finally the sirens sound a third time. The streets are clear of Wrinklies.
It is safe to go out again.