Grump

I don’t know what to write.

All I can think about is face masks and I don’t want to think about them. The government caved. They bowed to public pressure. Face masks are now compulsory.

For clarity, they’re not compulsory yet.

• In 10 days time you will have to wear a mask in a shop
• You won’t have to wear one in a pub
• You will have to wear one on public transport
• You won’t have to wear one if you are the bus driver in glasses
• It’s not compulsory now so that you have time to go into a shop without a mask to buy a mask
• The ONS infection rate survey said that the virus was prevalent in 0.27% of the population on May 14th and 0.00025% on the 9th of July and is falling all the time but we are going to wait until July 24th.
• The government hasn’t decided when (or at what level of infection rate) we will be able to stop wearing masks.
• If you don’t wear a mask in a shop the shop can’t enforce it.
• The police, however, can fine you £100
• Your friends and neighbours will turn on you if you leave your house without a mask.
• It is your fault if anyone dies - ever.
• Take some personal responsibility won’t you. Don’t be selfish.
• Don’t worry about how deaf people are going to negotiate the world.
• Don’t worry that cancers are going undiagnosed
• Don’t worry that post natal depression is on the rise because isolated new mothers can’t cope
• Don’t worry about domestic violence
• Don’t worry about any of the other things that are wrong with society.

This is not what I wanted to write about and now I’m grumpy with my brain for being obsessed with trying to understand inconsistencies.

I wonder if I could get one of those magic masks, like Jim Carey had in the film The Mask. A mask I could put on that would totally change my personality. I could suddenly become someone who only cares about coronavirus and stop worrying about inconsistent messaging.