there is a piece in the paper today by Melanie Reid who I usually quite like but today it just seems quite bitter.
She is in a wheelchair after a horse riding accident many of you might have read things by her. Her husband cares for her full time.
IT kins of confirmed what we have talked about, that some people don;t want others to have freedom as they feel trapped by illness etc
"..here I sit, trying to be happy for the lucky ones, but inside I’m a green-eyed toad, twisted and sardonic" she writes
Yes, it’s over: those few weird weeks when the whole world was shut in their houses unable to go anywhere or do anything; and when everyone got the briefest, tiniest taste of what millions of people like me have to put up with the whole damn time"
But what she fails to pick up on is that some people are not with a living husband bit are completely alone and unable to see others at all.
"..Quite honestly, I’ve read more about the “horrors” of isolation and frustration in the past two months than I’m able to stomach. I’ve tried, really, to respect the moans of perfectly healthy people who’ve been cooped up for as long as it takes to, ooh, bake a few jolly cakes and read several good books. But I’m fed up with the British public wallowing in suffering"