Clever Bird is no longer at all sure how this Covid-19 is going to play out. It sounds as though it's going to be staying around for years, and that they're hopeful, but by no means certain, that a vaccine will be developed. The whole, "let's get everyone over 50 to self isolate" plan, seems to have gone away, thankfully, because that was never going to happen. 1-in-5 people are now known to show zero symptoms when they have it, so presumably are merrily getting on with their lives, and inadvertently infecting other people. Many others do have symptoms when they're infected, but not necessarily the cough, high temperature and loss of smell that are the criteria for self-isolating. Masks are mandatory in shops (in theory), yet many people are wearing them incorrectly, or using flimsy, one-layered jobs that are pretty useless. Freda Fretter has observed total nonsense situations from people who clearly have no clue why they're wearing a mask: an old chap leaving a café and taking off his mask, then laying it, mouth-side down on the newly disinfected table - not "his" newly disinfected table, just a convenient one. He then chatted to a friend on another table, before picking up his mask and leaving! A young woman leaving a shop, taking off her mask and whilst holding the mask in her same hand, picking up, and putting back down, displayed vegetables on the table outside the grocery shop.
As for social distancing: Baggy was disinfecting her hands with the sanitiser provided, whilst waiting to be allowed to go into a café to order her latte when she heard a voice behind her, "That smells rather lovely, I might have a go with that." Baggy turned around, to be faced, literally about a foot away, by an old guy, with no mask on, laughing and indicating the sanitiser - not that he did use it! Instead he touched Baggy on her (bare) arm and said, "But it's more of a woman's scent." So all things considered, Freda Fretter has come to the conclusion that Baggy's fate is in the lap of the Gods. All she can do is to keep Baggy as safe as possible in the midst of such ignorance, and get on with her life, as she's not prepared to lock herself away again, unless she has to.
Grotty Groom continues to get Baggy up at 5.30 so that she can work with the Boy Wessles. She varies his work to keep them both from becoming bored. They ride in the school, go out on hacks, long-rein, or lunge, depending on the temperature, and Baggy's energy levels.
On the hottest day last week, Grotty decided just to give both Boys a bath instead of working them. Admittedly Baggy ended up as wet as the horses, but it was worth it to try to alleviate their itchy tails. She smelt as nice as they did as well, after using the mint and tea tree oil shampoo. Not that it made any difference! This was the next day:
Clever Bird thinks that perhaps Wesley just prefers the loo-brush look.
Furry Mama has been going to different beaches to avoid the crowds: Dunwich
Since it's been so hot, number one furry has had the barbeque out a couple of times. It's lovely for Baggy to have a husband who is such a good cook, and they certainly won't be eating-out,(inside) any time soon, so...
Note to readers: For the avoidance of any doubt, every character in this blog is Baggy! No was harmed in its writing, although some of them get pretty confused!
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