So here we are again, as happy as can be.
As Trump declares victory in the US presidential election, even though he hasn’t won yet, and accuses the Biden camp of being a bunch of cheating shysters, England is about to enter its second lockdown.
It’s my mum’s 95th birthday today but I can’t be with her because I’m in quarantine from France. We arrived back in the teeth of a storm on Saturday, which threatened to clamp tight around the Normandie which, if it isn’t already, should be Brittany Ferries’ flagship. Not that we had much chance to explore it as we were confined to the cabin while the dogs complained about the lack of space in the stuffed-to-the-gunnels car down below.
The worldwide Covid-19 pandemic is a pain in the behind but it is what it is, unless you’re a conspiracy theorist and believe the whole thing is a hoax.
I’m not one of those but, spookily, just as I had finished uploading the YouTube video, Europe’s The Final Countdown, at the top of this post, Steve Wright started playing the song on his radio show.
Never mind The Twilight Zone, we’re already in it.
Tonight, shops are staying open late so people can stock up on non-essential items before the big key turns and England goes into lockdown for a month.
Whether it will do any good is anyone’s guess. There are so many unknowns with this virus.
In the meantime, happy birthday to my Mum.
Keep safe.
Maddie x
