It’s dreadfully frustrating, isn’t it? I am very lucky in that I’m not well enough to work not a phrase one often hears so I’ve at least not the stress of trying to navigate workplace [lack of] accommodations. Trying to make benefits that weren’t raised when UC/JSA were stretch to cover the extra costs is a worry though - ASDA didn’t resume free delivery for shielders for Lockdown 2 & at £4.50 a time Tesco is now prohibitively expensive. That’s without the whole rising cost of food situation - greatly exacerbated by the shopping complications that result from my immune system thinking what it needs to respond to are Really Serious Threats like, um, ginger. And The Dread Cinnamon. I mean, it might take me out with the Evil Villain (especially if it’s happened across a minute fraction of a trace of something that once saw some milk 
) but what’s a bit of collateral damage, right? Obviously if I get an actual Lurgy I’m on my own though, because Constant Vigilance & Preparation For Fighting Allergens To The Death. Possibly I am a bit grumpsomefrustrated about still needing to be on oral steroids because pollen season has segued into mould season and also I am allergic to my cats and seemingly more so than usual just now...
Sorry, let there be abrupt silencing of the tiny orchestra of self-pity with best channelling of Stephen Cleobury but Withering Glare only, no mean comments - it really is wretched for people who’re stuck in a kind of quasi-Damoclean work situation with it clearly not being safe but no actual useful help/support from anyone. The government are vastly too willing to trust that the single strand of whatever measures might have been scrabbled together in schools, for example, will hold - & willing to push “choice” onto individuals they sent a letter to earlier in the year saying “if you catch this thing you’ve had it; & as we don’t want you clarting up the NHS in your protracted death throes, please stay indoors for several months...” And of course we then got the subtext message of “oh & enjoy the blame for wider lockdown, you can now be multipurpose goats you lucky things...”. Yes. A choice. Absolutely. Traditionally one shouldn’t really be asking people to opt-out of flinging themselves into the crocodile pit though. The government are meant to protect us from the crocodiles. Although the current government seem the type to be getting backhanders from the crocodiles as they use the crocodile pits to reduce prison overcrowding; cut NHS waiting lists; reduce anti-social behaviour; & probably get rid of some business rivals, people they didn’t like at school, and SpAds who fall from grace... Please say no to crocodiles mes amies. Even little croclets of whom you are fond. As it were. If you throw my mangled metaphor at a [line] manager you can probably go on to get signed off on grounds that author is clearly crumbling under COVID-19 [di]stress without being questioned... Glach. I do hope all of you are able to keep yourselves safe so.
We’re back to Tier 2 here. I can’t believe there were people trying to suggest different parts of London should be different Tiers. With people having to travel all across the city for work & study & so many homes with no car & journeys too far to walk/cycle so they have to use public transport? Apparently the list of people absolutely lost the run of themselves in Lockdown 2 includes some MPs as they numbered amongst the buckeejits advocating for this. No thought either to the fact that not only will people be doing their “legitimate” shopping & Christmas shopping (as it were) we’re bound to get people thinking it’s still a fine plan to be traipsing in to town when they’ve no need because they’re after looking at the lights or the tree or they thought they’d “take advantage” of Oxford Street being quiet. It’s quiet for a reason, how is it that people see it as in invitation?!
Maybe we’ll get some festive!guidance on Christmas Eve. You know, too late to be any actual use, but the government can still bray loudly about all the Support they’ve provided
My Daddy & my stepmother want me to go to them if it’s at all possible. I really want to go, but it is that question of Risk. Find myself thinking “if I were to eat by an open window at least 2 metres away from them; & I wore one of my N99 masks the whole of the rest of the time I was there...” well I mean, sounds like a fabulous celebration & I can totally understand the clamour for my company...
Honestly, I think the time has come to just put Larry The Cat in charge. He genuinely couldn’t do a worse job, after all...