April 4th

Some cheerful predictions from my brother and me this morning.

The rat bastard pigeons have managed to harness the power of a side wind to carry their crap at an angle onto the car. I am adjusting the position and will keep you informed.

I had occasion to chat briefly with the neighbour from two doors down and he confirmed my fears, that this style of parking makes it look like we're some kind of locked-down plague house.  Well, that we're more of a locked-down potential plague house than any other at the moment.  I reassured him that, as far as we know, we aren't quite that contagious but inwardly marvelled at these crazy times when degrees of viral isolation hysteria are worth defining and, at a moment when the entire globe (except Sweden, natch) is confined to their homes by fear of a pandemic, I still managed to look like the weird paranoid one.

The beautiful weather has returned for the weekend and the papers were full of warnings about not giving in to temptation.  Gove was quoted on the BBC today saying people "appeared" to be sticking to the rules, which is something of a relief.  Lord knows what that tricksy general public is really up to, but as long as they're fooling Micky we are probably close enough to being safe.

Mrs to be has heard rumours that the Government are weighing up the economic damage against the lives of all the doomed oldies.  She thinks it's too heavy a blow to the next generation who are just coming up, and I would agree except, well, what about the people who graduated into the teeth of the '08 crash?  We haven't done anything for them.  The thought occurs that all the ire against second-home-owning 'boomers might come to a head if things get too dire.  They had grants, cheap houses and crazy equity gains - and now we stifle the entire economy to save them from missing their last decade in a nursing home?  It's a grim thought either way.

Would've been an easy decision for the Nazis.