Life is normal in Disneyworld.
By normal, I mean the usual mayhem, or as Daughter put it, “fucking Armageddon”.
Of course the gubmint has stuck another spanner into the local works by announcing that vaccinations will be available at pharmacies from next Monday. Naturally this means the Pandanic* has gone into overdrive with everyone in the country trying to phone their local doctor and chemist to make appointments.
As it happens a couple of our prescriptions have expired and we need new ones. This is just a matter of phoning Doc’s receptionist and Doc then emails the script to the pharmacy. Except that we couldn’t as the lines were permanently engaged. So no scripts until Monday, if I can get through on the phone. It should be an interesting weekend what with withdrawals and all?
I went down to the village anyway. I went early to avoid the crowds and rejoiced in the fact that it was raining. The village would be relatively clear.
The place was fucking packed with bus loads of visitors jamming the place up and all waving their cameras around like mindless Daleks. Even worse, the film mob have added a whole load of shit onto the streets and have cranes up again doing high level stuff and have closed off one road altogether. Presumably this is for next weeks fun when they start filming again. Then we get a “break” before they shut down the whole village for another week.
The only bright note in all the mayhem is that Plod are out in force and sending all cars up to a farm about a mile away where they will be stung for a tenner for the privilege of parking in a sea of mud. So I went to the village car park which is just a short walk from the shops, told the Garda there [a kid of about fourteen] that I was local and he removed the line of traffic cones so I could park there. Finally! A drop of recognition that the place is an actual living village and not just a fucking film set.
I was weaving my way through the crowds when I met one of my coffee buddies.
“Any news?” says I.
“Nothing.” says he mournfully. “I’m just sick of this fucking lark.”
And so say all of us.
An irrational panic as a result of inflating the dangers of a pandemic. (org. unknown)