Diary of a self-isolator: so thanks for April Fool, coronamonster

You notice I have upgraded myself from lowly social distancer to the rank of fully fledged self-isolator? Being the wrong side of 60 with the medical history of a three-legged baboon, plus my son snapping at my heels to make me stay indoors, I’m in.

One little germ and its trillions of friends, naked to the human eye, have managed to achieve what the world’s superpowers and despots would love to have done many times over. WTF.

Voluntarily though: no letter or text from the NHS sentencing me to 12 weeks’ incarceration. It’s nice to know at least they think I’m healthy.

Had it not been for the internet and social media I would be chewing the wallpaper by now but what with Facetime, Zoom, Skype, WhatsApp, Messenger, LinkedIn, Facebook, Twitter etc. I have a larger choice of socialising venues than there are (or were) in London’s West End.

Anyway that’s not the April Fool: this is: [Read more…]

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