And off we go again...

... another bloody lockdown! Never have the words "Happy New Year" sounded more hollow.

Boris was on TV last night (I didn't watch) telling us we have to do it all over again. We're agog to see what they can come up with next; Mr S-V reckons he might have to move out and live in the shed for safer social distancing (he'll be fine, I'll put regular food deliveries on the bench outside!) whereas my money is on everybody wearing a wetsuit and a diver's helmet. It'll make the weekly shopping outing more of an event!

If I didn't laugh, I'd cry... and I've already done too much of that.

I feel so sorry for any poor devil still trying to run a business. People like my lovely hairdresser... she's gone through two lockdowns and a fortnight of Tier 4 - she now has to try to survive a third lockdown. How much more does the poor woman have to endure? Up and down the country, there are thousands of small businesspeople just like her. It's a bloody scandal what this Govt is doing to them.

Boris is pinning all his hopes on the silver bullet of the vaccine but, like most things to do with Covid, he's going about it the wrong way. Why prioritise people who are already coming towards the end of their life? 

Give it to people in the workforce, taxpayers who could then go back to work and try to keep this country afloat. Vaccinate teachers and keep the schools open, give it to GPs and open up the surgeries, give it to the supermarket staff and the delivery guys who've staunchly kept going throughout this debacle. 

Give it to people in the hospitality industry who could open up their bars and restaurants again, pay their staff and keep their businesses from going down the pan... give it to students to allow them to continue their education. It's not 80 and 90 year-olds who are spreading the virus and they won't be the ones who'll have to shoulder the burden of rebuilding this country...

Right now, I'd say I have more chance of growing a third leg than Boris has of vaccinating 13million people over the next six weeks. That's what he says will happen but, as we all know, he's a liar.

All of this stopped being about Covid a long time ago. It's a power trip by a bloke who's out of his depth and taking the wrong advice from the wrong people. He doesn't care, though, because by the time the day of reckoning comes he'll have buggered off out of Downing Street. 

It'll be today's young who pick up the pieces...

Took up residence in the kitchen yesterday to escape all the virus nonsense. Made this recipe for Moroccan Vegetable Pot from Nigella for dinner - quite a wintry dish but just right for this time of year. Will definitely do it again.