Day 56 - another night of NHS clapping last night . We or at least some of us stood outside at 8pm and clapped for the NHS and front line workers. I never consider I am a front line worker . Without me and thousands of other civil servants you would not get your pension paid , your benefit paid if you were sick or out of work . I bet you never considered who had been behind the scenes of the benefit claim you made a few weeks ago or is paying your furlough money. We sit there quietly in the background . You never realise we are there until you need us . A phone call away . There we are . No-one claps us . No-one gives us a thought . In fact you just think of us as penpushers who sit behind a desk all day . So I clapped for the nurses and the doctors , the pharmacists, the drivers who bring us food and supplies . I clapped for all of us as well.
My neighbour with the dustbin was out . This time with his air horn. Next door was hiding round the
corner . Neighbours across the road were absent . They were out week on week earlier in the crisis . Tonight not a sign of them . Not even the rendition of We will rock you brought them out . Are we getting fed up of Covid 19. Losing our sense of "we are all in this together ". I was not sure . Let's see what next week brings . I couldn't even be bothered watching Virtual Question Time with a virtual panel and virtual audience . Having listened to it for the past few years when Brexit was the main topic of conversation and now Covid 19 it is getting monotonous . Same old politicians churning out the same old message . Same old questions - same old answers . We went to bed . Sleep is definately not coming easily . Much tossing and turning . The novelty of being off work is now replaced with a feeling of same old ................same old . There is only so much sitting at home trying to work that you can do. Tomorrow is a non working day . The day after Saturday and yet another weekend is upon us
. We might be getting football back . The talk amongst those in the know say it may be possible to finish the Premier League season off . We all want that . It may be June or July . The matches may be behind closed doors on neutral venues . We may be able to watch Liverpool finish the season top of the league and lifting the trophy .
Everything is virtual these days . I can see my work becoming home working . I have a virtual canteen set up on the PC. I can talk to and see my colleagues at home and at work . It seems sureal but the way to go .
I set out this morning with absolutely no idea where I am going . I just turn right . I could have turned left . I head off with no direction in mind . I meet my neighbour out walking with the dog . We exchange pleasantries . I stop at the lodge gates and find something to interesting to photograph . I head down Joseph Fletcher Drive . It is a dead end with posh houses and at least
4 cars on the drive . 4 that are going absolutely nowhere . I think again how ironic it is that the driver is named after the Methodist builder who defied the Hunlokes to build his chapel . The road named after him cheek by jowl with the entrance gates to the lodge . Brilliant I thought - anarchy at its most subtle.
Down Birken Lane . There once was a toll house here . Long gone and replaced with a modern non descript bungalow . Two joggers on the wrong side of the road ran towards me . I wanted to do the school thing and shout - you should be facing the on coming traffic not running away from it .
I wandered on thinking about all things virtual - holidays. Where would we have been today ? Peenmunde or Lubeck . Even Poland - another new country . My feet are becoming itchy .
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