Our nurse arrived this morning for her weekly visit.
She cheerfully announced that she had to drive half way around the mountains to reach us as the village is completely closed off.
This doesn’t bother me today as I hadn’t intended going anywhere. I cut the grass yesterday which of course involved fitting yet another tubeless tyre with an inner tube [it’s the last one but I had had for foresight to buy a tube for just such an event] so I am somewhat knackered to put it mildly.
It does strike me as somewhat ironic though?
Our country is at last beginning to ease itself out of all those fucking restrictions. People are rejoicing at pubs and shops and all being reopened [if only for outside service though, but the weather isn’t too bad]. We are beginning to awaken from the pandemic nightmare.
And what happens?
While everyone else opens up, our village shuts down tighter than a camel’s arse in a sandstorm!
Does anyone else spot the irony there?