Sunday 5 July 2020
Blethering Sunday
Being the new month I had to wash today. This is helpful as I did dust yesterday and you can imagine what stour was created by such an action! The first free day from English Lock Down was expected to cause trouble, now news so far, and not having Facebook I now miss out on local gossip re Saturday night happenings. For myself I made it to Tesco by 7:30 on Saturday morning to avoid the crowds and noticed a lot more stalls being slowly erected in the market. They expected crowds I see.
It made me wonder about the stall holders. For years now these people have had the enormous effort of erecting tables of some form, then slowly unpacking their goods for display, followed by a days trading, followed by an enormous effort to pack the leftovers into boxes and vans and going home. Often they do this five or six days a week, I ask myself is it worth the effort? The fish man of course has the right answer, he has a van, drops the back end into a shelf, and provides his customers with a view of the goods and an easy display and repacking and off we go. Clearly an early start in the morning, like the fruit men at 2 am, but the van makes life so much easier. As for the handling of several tables, dozens of boxes, often alone or just two men, to me this is hard work and much better becoming a postman.
The sight of Boris clapping for the NHS was not one that produced a thankful response in me. The man responsible for 25,000 deaths dumped on care homes with no PPE or testing resulting in many carers dying applauding the dead does not inspire gratitude. It is to be hoped a proper court of law can be persuaded to inquire as to the justice or lack of it all. Chances of that are small however the law being what it is. 'Support your NHS, Don't vote Tory.'
While some queued outside pubs many in this town were more careful how they stood in line. People avoided one another, keeping 6ft apart whatever the PM says, and still many are very fearful of this virus. I await the 'second wave' like many others.
Barbers shops were open, six men at least outside of those I passed later on yesterday. I require an urgent haircut but will wait until the desperate have been attended to first. I suspect the prices have increased to make up for 4 months lost wages. There appears to be a Dullux dog in this house, the place is covered in white hairs that have appeared everywhere.
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6 comments:
That is a wonderful photograph.
From what I see the opening of the pubs, while not exactly the Cottar's Saturday Night, did not look too bad...no more drunks than usual for a
Saturday night, apparently.
Do you have to wait for a haircut until the barber who doesn't dislike you is free?
Fly, That limits the number of barbers somewhat....
The idea of that dreadful man clapping for the NHS after all the palaver about how wonderful they are - then the government gives research grants to private organisations not o the NHS to try and find treatments. Undermining them while he claps. The cartoon could pretty well apply to all the ministers calling in to kowtow to Cummings, couldn't it?
Jenny, Loved the cartoon. Boris knows show is all.
You can't have that much hair, auld fella...?
Mike, Grrrrrrrrrrr..........
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