Hey that’s not bad actually, considering what they had to work with. And by that I don’t mean the technological limitations, I mean the fact that there was very very VERY little to celebrate in this country during this year.
🗣️ “It was minimally affecting children in the first wave… we now have a whole ward of children here.” Laura Duffel, a matron in a London Hospital, tells Adrian Chiles about the Covid situation in hospitals. 📻 @BBCSounds pic.twitter.com/2BwYOJvov5 — BBC Radio 5 Live (@bbc5live) January 1, 2021 Yesterday BBC Radio 5 interviewed a health […]
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.
Of course, in this version of A Christmas Carol Jacob Rees-Mogg comes out of it thinking that the visions of poor children suffering are perfectly reasonable. He wakes up on Christmas Day, punches an orphan, and then is elected Prime Minister by a landslide.
And of COVID-19 too, probably. Uh… well done COVID-19? I guess?
I wasn’t around when Peter Sutcliffe comitted his crimes but I was around for another “ripper” case, the Ipswich one, and I can remember the fear and sadness in the news. Man, we have to stop giving these guys nicknames, seriously, knock it the hell off. Also, it’s taken this long for the police to apologise for the language they used to describe Sutcliffe’s victims, wow.
You probably shouldn’t actually put food out for hedgehogs. My family did just that once and the poor hedgehogs just fell in the nearby fish pond and drowned. Bless ’em, they’re not smart animals. Though probably smarter than Nadine Dorries.