Gloom

In recent months, commenters on this humble Yorkshire blog have come from England, Wales, Scotland, Ireland, Sweden, Germany, Spain, Greece, France, Canada, The United States of America, Australia, New Zealand and The Isle of Man. I think that's everybody but I apologise if I have overlooked somewhere.

I wanted to ask you all about gloom. What is the current reading on your gloom-ometer? I was wondering if it was a similar reading to what we are getting in this neck of the woods.

Here, significant factors that seem to have caused the needle of gloom to rise higher include:-

• The war in Ukraine
• Rising prices in supermarkets
• The rising costs of fuel and energy
• The ongoing effects of the pandemic
• Global warming and continuing environmental disasters
• Having a shameless egotistical liar as our prime minister
• The Big Brexit Mistake

The Big Brexit Mistake was pushed over the line by that same shameless prime minister and by malicious Russian interference in social media ahead of the Brexit referendum in June 2016. 

I have yet to see any benefits accruing from Brexit. So far any effects have been negative and detrimental to Britain's economic future. By the way, it is worth noting in retrospect that at the time of the vote Britain had 46 million registered voters. Only 17.4 million voted to leave The European Union. It was not as decisive by any means as Johnson and his Brexit gang have frequently suggested.

I guess I have just been on a British sidetrack but every nation has its issues - including America with its social divisions and the bitter after effects of Trump's  four years in The White House.

Perhaps my memory is faulty but looking back upon my adult life, I cannot recall a time when things felt gloomier than they are right now.  Of course I am thinking about the socio-political and socio-economic atmosphere - not about domestic life. Is my gloom-ometer faulty? 

What do you think?

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Covid Week

 

I lost it with the neighbour’s Charlie this morning and shouted across the gardens like a loon

“ Will you shut that fucking dog up ?” 

A pure case of transference , but it has worked for a hour or so.

I’m still symptomatic of covid, and unfortunately it’s been a rather difficult week. I’m still breathless at times even though I’ve spent what feels like hours in a hot shower and under tea towelled menthol infusions .

Nights have proved to be especially difficult .

I can only liken the sensation to be breathing through a rigid and very long tube which is hardened with secretions like amber, where coughs have not the power of the ability to make things clearer.

By rights any ordinary virus would have broken by now into its snotty stage, but my secretions remain like toffee, and I am tired all of the time as well as headachy. 

Occupational health hold me to re LFT test today and tomorrow 

Today’s positive test flashed up in seconds 

And so I’m still isolating .

Ma Manley at the Still House left me some covid tests out this morning as I had run out. 

After I had collected them Mr Poznan cheerfully popped his head in through the passenger door window to say hello and got a shriek of “ Ive got covid!!!” in return .

He’s got a terribly weak heart and looked rather grey after I had bellowed at him.,

Bless him.

This is all a bit tiresome

But I know I’m one of the lucky ones

Sainsbury’s have delivered my food and the sun is shining 

It could have been a whole lot worse.

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