Groundhog day as the pandemic morphs into a general panic ........

Notes from a pandemic.

I text my children and grandchildren each day just to say Hi and to reassure them that I'm still around and planning to celebrate my 75th even if it's a Houseparty in lockdown city.

The other day I commented that we were living in limbo to which one response was that limbo was OK.

Not sure about that!

I don’t know how many of you have seen the Bill Murray film Groundhog Day?

The expression Groundhog Day is North American, in fact Groundhog Day is officially February 2nd.

It is the day that the Groundhog comes out of hibernation but should the animal see its shadow because of the sunshine it goes back into its hole and winter may continue for another six weeks.

I imagine that it is something like St Swithin’s Day whereby should it rain on July 15th tradition has it we can expect another 40 days of rain.

The other meaning of Groundhog Day, which formed the central conceit of the film, is a situation in which a series of unwelcome or tedious events appear to be recurring each day in exactly the same way.

As one quote reveals: ‘she lived an unrelenting Groundhog Day of laundry, shopping, and rearing us kids’.

It is beginning to feel that way as the lockdown will be extended for at least another month and for those of us who are over 70 and have underlying health conditions, possibly even longer.

Yesterday we heard an aeroplane fly overhead it was a strange almost foreboding noise, one we, under normal circumstances, take for granted but which, at first, sounded vaguely foreboding.

It is hard to say whether the improvements in the weather are related to the lockdown, less traffic and flights, but there is an eerie connection as the sun wakes us most mornings and whilst still cold, the days are sunny.

On our flight back from Sicily in January I sat next to a rather large lady who coughed and sneezed her way from Taormina to Gatwick, at the time I was concerned about Flu or a cold but now I am just relieved that it was not worse than that and that I didn’t present with either Flu or a cold when I returned home.

I find it hard to listen to the daily briefing as the procession of cabinet ministers walk to the podium and share the gloom for a moment or two. As many commentators have remarked, in the absence of the Prime Minister, it is clear that, at best, those who have represented him at the briefings would have been hard pressed to achieve a junior rank in any previous administration.

It is hard to say what the future holds given that, despite now having the highest death rate in Europe, the Government announce that its plan is working but already some are forecasting that this will be the first wave of deaths linked to the virus and as the lockdown is lifted there will be further deaths.

So the future continues to  be uncertain and a little precarious even if the general truth is that death and taxes cannot ultimately be avoided it seems that there might well be more deaths and the economic impact of the virus means higher taxes.

We can only hope that the highest paid pay their taxes as an act of social solidarity and don't simply stand on their balconies applauding the NHS.

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