Coronavirus Chronicles

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Over here in the UK it's Mothering Sunday and normally our village would be packed with cars as children and grandchildren come to visit their mothers and grandmothers. However, despite the weather being gorgeous and sunny, the village is dead. I've seen three cars leave our road and a family of four out on a walk but, other than that, haven't seen a soul all day. I sent my mother some flowers and a box of chocolates to the care home where she lives - she has dementia but, having phoned my sister this morning, she informed me that the home is in lock down to ensure the elderly residents are kept safe. Whilst talking to my sister I mentioned the fact that not only was I having problems getting food for Adam and me but cat food was also in short supply. She said that she hadn't noticed but then went on to say that she fed her cat on tinned tuna and Sheba or Gourmet cat food. A one meal serving of Sheba or Gourmet costs more than a large tin of the cat food I buy ... and the food I buy isn't the cheapest! Her Juan obviously had a great life!!! Yes, Juan is an odd name for a cat. His real name was Felix - a rescued cat - and my nephew decided it wasn't right so changed it to Juan. I would have expected a school boy to come up with a weird name but my nephew is 21, 6 ft tall and quite muscly!!!. Having looked at the news this morning I discovered that despite the government telling people not to go to pubs, clubs, restaurants, cinemas etc, in the major cities people are still carrying on. In London, because the streets were quieter, apparently a lot of younger people were racing their super powerful cars around the city streets. What will it take for people to actually pay attention to what the government and the health service are telling them. It seems that yesterday another 1000 new people were added to those who already have the virus an Boris Johnson is sending out over a million letters to people classed as vulnerable telling them to stay indoors and food packages will probably be delivered to them. It's now also getting to the stage where the government are thinking about bringing in the forces. That reminds me of when I lived in the village of Coltishall when I was growing up - about 4 miles up the road from where I live now - and I used to get so annoyed that we were never snowed in and had to continue going to school although most of my class mates didn't. We had an RAF camp just outside the village and, bless their little hearts, they used to come through with the snow ploughs! Strangely though, when I left school I was glad that RAF Coltishall was there as it's where I met Adam!