Cold weather and the covid draws near. What an upheaval for everyone, jobs on the line, packed hospitals and parts of Yorkshire are fighting back. Its guns at the OK Corral, drawn and primed between Andy Burnham and the London government. This part of Yorkshire is at the second part of the tier, though only 20 miles away the City of York will probably go down to the third tier.
Like tortoises we have to draw into our shells, not mix. Yesterday I filled the car up with petrol, bought animal food for the birds in the garden. Then came home and ordered an online delivery from Morrisons - what excitement! Then the phone started with messages from British Gas. I have a limited phone plus limited reception as well. So I struggled through the rest of the morning betwixt computer and phone negotiating a Smart meter, which should be fitted either Saturday or Thursday (smiles maniacally). The oil man is also coming sometime this week, the manager crows over the phone 'it's very cheap as well'.
But for a moment this early morning, I opened the back door and listened to the owl hooting gently in the trees and thought life is not too bad.
Resolution through this period: wander through history, William Sharington passed me by yesterday (he is of course long dead) but he reminded me of the rogues and crooks that dance round the court of Parliament, he lived through Henry Vlll times and profited happily.