They have finally removed all those damned restrictions.
No more anti-social distancing! We can invite as many people as we like to our weddings, funerals or just to hell-raise in our homes. Everything is back to normality at last.
Except for the masks!
For unknown reasons they are still insisting on the wearing of masks which means I have to continue insisting on not wearing them. I suppose it’s a good thing as if they removed the mask requirement, I would no longer have a mark of rebellion. I would have to revert to carrying a placard declaring that I won’t be dictated to by a shower of cunts.
They did have to throw in a bit of gloom with the good news. Gloom has been the norm over the last couple of years and they’re not going to relinquish that for a while. We could have another wave of the virus; there might be another variant in the future [deadly, of course]; we might yet have more lockdowns! It doesn’t matter though – they have discovered just how meek and malleable people are so they know they can beat us down again any time they like.
On a sadder note – or happier, depending on your point of view – Christmas also ended today at the Manor. Daughter knows Herself doesn’t like fruit cake but I do, so every Christmas she bakes me a whole cake for myself. There is no skimping. A good heavy moist cake with lashings of almond icing and completely covered with white icing with little decorations. I can practice self-restraint so I would have a slice every now and then. Today I finished it completely so there is just the plate, a few crumbs and a collection of decorations. It was delicious right up to the end. And I don’t know quite how she did it, but it remained moist up to the last nibble.
I can’t wait until next Christmas.
I jest, of course!