No, I am not playing golf, but would happily smack our leaders over the head with a wood or an iron, and use their teeth as a tee, their faces still attached.
Our wondrous government has seen fit (WTF) to put us in Tier 4, so we are now parcelled up with 78% of the country in the highest risk tier.
Let me tell you a little about where we live in Lincolnshire:
Our town has a population of around 12,600.
Our ‘council’ area had an infection rate of 124 per 100,000 last week (ONS figures)………. this gives our town about 16 infected people.
Skegness had 101 per 100,000 and with a population of around 20,000 that makes 20 cases.
And both of us are in Tier 4, grouped with London, the South East and all those other areas running rife with the virus that the little darlings are spreading having fled the city, thanks to being given 3 days notice before the new restrictions of the then new tier came into force.
If we were to travel Down South to visit family in Bournemouth
or visit our friends from the boat, Bristol, Cheltenham hospital, or my brother in Coventry, we would not leave Tier 4 on the journey. The worrying thing about that is it covers almost 300 miles, though I do have a legitimate excuse to go to Cheltenham for my cancer care.
I wonder if the police will be patrolling the roads and turning people back tomorrow before they celebrate New Year.