This week Michael asks us to consider the notion of ‘confusion’.
What does it mean to you?
It’s not hard to be confused about any number of things.
Go where the prompt leads you, have fun and please leave a link to your response on his original post by clicking here
Some people call them BLONDE moments, others CRAFT moments. Us? We refer to them as BOAT moments. You know, those times when you set out to do something and within five yards or five seconds have not only forgotten what, but also why.
These days, the whole world is a ball of confusion: do this, don’t do that, you’re allowed to do such and such provided you do this, Christmas is cancelled, then it’s revived, yes you can mix households but only in a group of 6. Payrises are being frozen, but MPs have just given themselves a bumper increase.
But the biggest confusion of all?
Our little town is in Tier 3 in respect of Covid restrictions.
Never mind that OUR TOWN and the two others in close proximity have one of the lowest rates of infection.
Never mind that OUR TOWN is a small holiday resort already on the brink of bankruptcy.
Never mind that OUR TOWN has exercised caution to the nth degree by residents.
Because huge cities in our county have some of the highest Covid infection rates and we have been grouped into the same category. Thus, we are guilty by association, and there is F A we can do about it. Such is the way the Government in their infinite
ignorance money grabbing wisdom have decided to tier the system throughout the UK.
The idiots from those big towns and cities brought the virus to our doorstep, ignoring the rules and guidelines because they were ‘on holiday’ so ‘it didn’t matter’ or ‘couldn’t happen to them’.
We would have done better to barricade the roads, keeping everyone out. But the biggest rub is those same selfish idiots will still come here because they are Tier 3 and can therefore travel within the Tier 3 boundaries.