Exception

Last Saturday Hull City beat Fleetwood in the F.A. Cup. Here players congratulate 
Reece Burke after scoring his very first goal for The Tigers. Not lockdown but scrumdown!

England is in Lockdown Mark 2 for the next month. Pubs and restaurants are closed and so are hairdressers. We are told that we can only meet up with one other person from another household but not indoors or even in our gardens. We have to meet them outside in public places, keeping two metres apart. We are advised over and over to wash our filthy hands and to wear masks to smother our viral breathing.

Okay, if this will help I am happy to "get with the program" as our North American cousins are wont to say. Anything to reduce risk and frankly to stave off the possibility of a premature death. It's awful that we cannot keep visiting our beloved daughter who is now heavily pregnant and working from home. But rules are rules.

Now here's the rub.

While Lockdown Mark 2 proceeds, live football continues. The full programme of professional games advances in almost empty stadia. Players are still hugged when they score goals. Sometimes they even pile on top of each other in heaps of joy.

Teams travel up and down the country to play their matches and the best teams board aeroplanes to fly to every corner of Europe from Finland to Malta and from Moscow to Moldova.

There are also club officials, coaches, physios, TV and newspaper reporters. For all of these  people Lockdown Mark 2 seems like an irrelevance. The games just keep happening thick and fast. The squads keep travelling.

Now I am a big football supporter. I love the game but I recognise that when it comes down to it, football is just entertainment. It is not essential. So why does it have licence to keep happening when ordinary people are receiving heavy fines for flouting lockdown rules? 

There's a hell of a mismatch. We cannot meet up with our pregnant daughter or sit in a pub but footballers can travel all over the place, score goals, shake hands, hug each other while we watch it all on TV. What kind of a lockdown is Lockdown Mark 2? The players do not even wear masks during games!

I just "justified" this text to make it line up nicely. I wish European governments would "justify" the continuation of professional football during a deadly pandemic but the truth is they probably can't. The fact that the players are tested regularly is a poor defence in my estimation. Could it really be all about the money? Surely not.



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High Line


 Facebook has an irritating habit of reminding you of something you have experienced years ago
Today it poked me about a rather special walk I did in Manhattan three years ago to the day.

The High Line runs from the trendy meatpacking district around 14th St , through Chelsea to the West Side on 34th street. It runs for going on two miles and follows the elevated train track of The New York Central Railway. 
The elevated railway is planted out simply with low maintenance grasses and flowers and trees and has wonderful views of the Hudson River to the West ( when you are walking North) and the city scapes aka Rear Window to the East.
It was a warm November Sunday when I walked the High Line, with high blue skies and silvery deco skyscrapers bordering my view like a theatre set
Tourists ambled alongside New Yorkers in magical nodding good nature 
And I remember thinking as the sun reflected in silver fish ripples on the Hudson that life couldn’t be any better than this 

Remembering it ? .....emotional highs ......with a tiny bit of broken heart 


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Abuelita

 i miss my grandmother

regaling me

With stories

of her time in

Odessa and Havana

In her tales

I took a trip

to exotic places

or so it seemed

her story

is my history

and I'm proud

my lineage

the one 

I laid 

no claim to

is the one

I'm desperately

trying to recapture




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Sabado

 Dios

Calmate mi alma

Necesito descansar

Cuando era nina

Mi abuelita

me daba

una galletica

y el televisor

estaba mi compañero

Don Francisco

y después

continuaron

Con las telenovelas

En su honor

Voy a mirar 

Univision hoy


Mi español 

no es tan bueno

pero voy a escribir mas

En mi primera lengua

Si quieres corrector me

haslo por favor



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step up

 Good sleep

hot chocolate

great music

Starting my day

in gratitude

Lord,

Guide your dominion

With truth


Followers of Christ

I've spoken with nonbelievers

Or disaffected Christians

We better start acting right

Our witness is whittling away

With each day that goes by




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The Crown Returns

 


The new landlady of the village pub is in fact a former landlady called Ceri
The young woman with a young family who, with her husband Nathan has braved the covid economic decline is in my mind one of the real heroes of this dreadful year.
The Crown reopened last night.
It was a very different pub to what Affable Despot Jason and I remembered.
Table service only, on line booking , no standing at the bar
But every table , throughout the pub and restaurant  was filled by villagers happy to have the pub lit and warm and alive again.
Ian and Jo ( without their three legged whippet) Tim, Tim ( Nice and not dim) Trelawnyd Val, Village Leader Ian, 
It was nice to be there to support the opening night
Booking for tables can be done here on line via Facebook


I will leave you with this video which is doing the rounds
A former New York Ballerina, suffering from Alzheimers is played Swan Lake 
Enjoy x 




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