Independence and Inaction
Billed as England's own Independence Day, July 4th was supposed to be a big occasion. As I understand it a few pubs got served with closure notices for failing to adhere to the requirements and a few more have closed subsequently because (surprise, surprise) Track and Trace has identified that people, who have since tested positive, were drinking in them.
In reality it seems that regaining our liberty has all been a bit of a damp squid with most people locally still preferring to stay at home, or venture out only with a mask on which, of course, makes socialising and patronising restaurants and public houses a little difficult.
The Government's coronavirus dashboard suggests that transmission in our
district, which was always relatively low, has been pretty much non-existent for a few weeks now and it
is, of course, easy to get suckered in to the idea that life is
resuming as normal. Easy too to forget your guard and the benefit of
that all important 2 metres distance (or is it 1 metre plus mitigation?)
when coming into contact with others.
Once a lawyer, always a lawyer, so for me the highlight of the latest step back on the road to recovery was actually reading the Coronavirus Regulations to check what had changed. Well would you credit it? Despite all the advice that's been thrown at us about meeting 6 people outside 2 metres apart, social bubbles and 2 households getting together, the statutory instrument itself suggests that the limitation is actually up to 30 people, indoors or out.
That's quite a mind blowing concept as I can't recall whether we've ever had a gathering of 30 people at our home. Still it makes me feel a whole lot better learning that I can now throw a party if I want to and guests can even stay over. As I have no desire to face sink loads of washing up or to launder bedlinen and towels, I can safely say that I have no present intention of hosting any such event. However, knowing that I can but won't, is a boost in itself.
Strangely whereas I was beginning to find the whole idea of "staying at home" somewhat tedious, once I don't have to, I'm loving it again! Perhaps I'm just contrary by nature. Certainly when the hairdresser rang to offer me an early appointment for that cut and blowdry I've been fantasising about, I shrugged the offer off and left it for 3 weeks. Now that I can finally have my hair done, it's genuinely amazing how much better it looks as it is!
Theme parks, galleries, museums, stately homes and cinemas are reopening; coffee shops, markets, caravan parks and hotels can begin business once more. Why suddenly, therefore, am I missing the nightclubs, skating rinks and bowling alleys I've never been inside since my twenties? Give it another week and I'll be bemoaning the continued closure of tatoo parlours, body piercing services and tanning booths.
Should I be dismissed as a person who is quite simply never satisfied or pitied as someone seriously struggling to emerge from lockdown? Alternatively, as I defy the Prime Minister's cry to eat out and shop to save the economy, am I just exercising my individual right to freedom of choice? Moreover and so long as I have no overt symptoms of mental distress, does the motivation for my inaction even matter?
Comments
The desire to restart the economy is understandable, but at what cost? At least in the Grand Canyon State, the costs of illness and human life seem to be valued lower than business concerns.
Jude