When the first Covid lockdown started on the 26th March 2020, I can’t deny my shock. There had been rumors for a month or so about a coming UK lockdown, though to my mind, perhaps naievely, I just didnt think it was either imminent or feasible. I’d recently returned from a business trip to Singapore, where I had seen the building curiosity and panic concerning this virus being called SARS-COV-2 or Covid-19. Splashed across the mainstream news were terrifying images of men in white suits walking the streets, people confined to their residences, bodybags on the ground and so (sooooo) many masks. Before I left Singapore in February 2020, there was clearly a concensus that Covid was heading that way. Sure enough, a few days after my arrival back in the UK the country went into ‘Lockdown’.
Kerry, a perfect description of those crazy fake pandemic times. Sadly the craziness has not gone away, just waiting in the wings to be pushed centre stage in the very near future.
I’m remain angry. I know it’s wrong. But I find it hilariously psychotic to see the so called ‘rebels’ who now voice their objection to that madness and indeed the ongoing madness, but who at the time remained silent. Rebels? Seriously? I don’t buy it.
Kerry, a perfect description of those crazy fake pandemic times. Sadly the craziness has not gone away, just waiting in the wings to be pushed centre stage in the very near future.
I’ll do a book just on that one day!
Yep, the next round incoming...
I’m remain angry. I know it’s wrong. But I find it hilariously psychotic to see the so called ‘rebels’ who now voice their objection to that madness and indeed the ongoing madness, but who at the time remained silent. Rebels? Seriously? I don’t buy it.