Monday, December 14, 2020

Ledge fever


I see that London is moving up to T3 this week, it's sad, but I fear an inevitable consequence of more people gradually cranking up the level of contact (inadvertent or otherwise) that they have with others. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that people are generally "lockdown fatigued", especially younger people and especially those that haven't yet been affected personally by this virus. It feels to many like we're the chap on the ledge (Alex Honnold) We're stuck in a precarious position, a wrong move in any direction may be fatal (for us or someone we love)! Sure, we can see the rescue team starting out on the climb up to our position thousands of feet below but we simply don't want to be up here any more, the urge to attempt to "move" unilaterally is proving irresistible. I think we have a real challenge ahead, I hope we don't get to March and look back at the Summer and Autumn of 2020 thinking those were the "happy times", I have a sneaking suspicion that we may. This uneasy feeling was compounded today by the announcement of the discovery of a new strain of Covid in around 1,000 people recently, a mutation that invalidates the vaccines might just tip us over the edge at this point. 

I must say, I'm gradually leaning toward scrapping any notion of meeting up with people (outside our little bubble) this Christmas/New Year, it's starting to feel like a bad idea. As a family we might just isolate ourselves by clinging to our own "ledge" for a little longer, chalking this yuletide up to "experience". As someone funnier than me once said, "One day we'll look back at this moment, laugh nervously and change the subject"..

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