Friday, 31 December 2021

New Year's Eve

The end of another bloody awful year. 

Will next year be any better? Probably not, unless Boris suddenly grows a spine and starts to draw this madness to a close. Thing is, it's in his hands.

He could go on tv and say "Well done, everyone. Through your efforts and your diligence in having the jab, we're starting to get Covid licked - now it's time we slowly started getting back to normal, so there will be no more mandated restrictions and no more testing. The only thing we ask is wash your hands more frequently and stay home for a few days if you have cold or flu symptoms. Wear a mask or have a jab if you want to; if you still want to take tests, you'll need to pay for them. We're leaving it up to you now".

Now, how great would that be? I would be ecstatic. Not going to happen though, is it? 

I don't think Boris enjoys being PM, it's not as much fun as he thought it'd be, but he is enjoying the power and control he's been able to exert over the past 21 months. He thinks it gives him status and makes him feel important. He's not going to give that up in a hurry.

Even if Boris says nothing useful (which he won't!) the one thing that would really help is if people would stop the constant testing. What the hell is wrong with them...?! They're addicted to sticking a cotton bud down their throat or up their nose "just in case"! 

It's the ultimate in virtue-signalling "We saw some friends at the weekend, so we're taking daily tests... just in case". Give me bloody strength!! Get it through your heads... this is not normal!! 

Let's see what next year brings. It'd be nice to be able to say "It can't get much worse" but, sadly, with the current crowd of idiots in charge there's still plenty of scope for things to deteriorate. 

Looking forward to 2022 with hope and optimism is probably asking too much, so I'll just keep my expectations low and hope for brighter and better times.

Roasted Root Veg Gratin for us tonight using the last of the Christmas veg lurking in the fridge, then feet up in front of the telly with the new James Bond movie on Sky. I might manage to stay awake until midnight or I might not.

Happy New Year... and a toast to those we've lost. xx


Edit: The icing on the very crap cake that was 2021... Tony Blair has been knighted. Tony bloody Blair.

Don't even get me started about giving honours to the Three Stooges who stood beside Boris and whose lies led to much of the pain we've endured since March 2020. 

No words can describe my disgust.

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