We spent last week doing that adult rite of passage, visiting relatives who are in care homes thanks to physical ailments (hopefully curable) and mental ailments (not at all curable, sigh.) It involved going back to a place I very much associate with childhood (my grandmother’s house in Cleethorpes) which kind of simultaneously made it better and worse.
Getting into the care home to visit requires a covid test every day, so you can imagine how delightful it was to see this lot protesting in a Cleethorpes park.
Anti-vaxxers aside, it wasn’t a bad trip or anything! We got to wander around some of my childhood haunts and take pictures! But it was strange. So very strange.
#LeaveOurKidsAlone was trending in the UK this morning. All anti-vaxxers outraged, OUTRAGED at the prospect of kids aged 12 being given the Covid vaccine. And yet, funny this, kids aged 12 and under can still very much can die of Covid! Oh it’s rare, but it does happen. And YET.
Whenever I see a hashtag like this I think the operative word is always “OUR.” The important part isn’t even to do with vaccines but the fact that these parents see themselves as owning their child and thus there’s no possible way that the kid might, y’know, have an opinion regarding their own medical treatment. Not to mention, I note the hashtag is filled with nonsense memes about “rising up against tyranny” and art depicting brave heroic parents protecting faceless, wordless children.
I suspect the anti-vaxxer circle on Twitter and the TERF circle is one and the same. There’s just a grand lack of desire to see children as actual people rather than the property of their parents.
Some absolutely obscene, incomprehensible, I-can’t-believe-I’m-hearing-this scenes in London today.
Get your jab. Thank your doctor. Ostracize these people. I don’t really have much else to say, I’m in that state of appalled-ness where your brain just turns off. Also noting that unlike the Sarah Everard protest, seemingly no-one got smacked around by the police here.
The above article is a work of satire, but it got me thinking about the Blitz. I’m lucky enough to have relatives still alive who were in it. Over the years I’ve learned a few stories about what it was like… and it was awful. It was extremely likely that you would wake up one morning and find your neighbours the next street over were all gone, bombed in the night. I believe my grandmother’s place of work at the time (I think it was a shoe shop?) ended up a pile of rubble and there was obviously nothing anyone could do.
One story my grandmother told me which stuck in my mind – she said a girl she knew just got sick and tired of going to the shelter every time there was an air raid alert. This kid just flat-out refused to leave her bed, so her mother dragged her out of there, I imagine with considerable frustration, and forced her into the shelter. When the family got out of it the next morning, the bed that the girl had been adamant to remain in was ripped to shreds by bombs.
……..And now these days I feel like, that story may be a good illustration of why you should keep wearing a mask.
Schools back by March 8, then outdoor entertainment, then indoor entertainment, seems to be basically how it goes. Theme parks can reopen April 12 which is somewhat baffling because theme parks are the germiest, grossest places you could possibly imagine.
If all goes well we could be out of lockdown by June 21 and back to almost normal lifestyles again, which my mind can barely even fathom at the moment.
God, the state of the UK feels rough right now. I knew I wouldn’t be seeing my family this Christmas anyway, but I just keep thinking at the back of my mind, “What if I can’t go see them for literal years? And what if I can’t go to the cinema, sit in coffee shops, visit theme parks, walk on beaches for literal years either?” (There is, of course, an “…if ever?” at the back of that, too.)
It could be so, SO much worse for me, I know that. I was ridiculously, painfully lucky. Lots of my loved ones were. I’m sitting right now thinking, “You’re fine, your family is fine, you have a fridge full of garlic bread, what have you got to complain about?” But I just really really wish there was any sort of end date whatsoever.