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Thursday 12th 42F, overcast, storm force gales with occasional rain. Stormy gusts!Today's Pandemic Darwin Award must go to Sly "Nero" Jinping himself. Lifetime, genocidal, evil dictator and author of the global, Covid-19, virus pandemic. While he was arresting worried doctors and citizen journalists this evil thug and Communist Mafia Boss played all his usual fiddles.
After being in denial for so long Denmark's politicians are finally closing all the schools and similar places for at least the next fortnight. There are a number of other restrictions. Internal transport is affected because of the need to separate travelers. Official government offices and the libraries are all closing.
The Danish DR Nyheder [news] website is overloaded with stupid questions by people asking if they can go on holiday and where! There are no clear headlines on the new restrictions! Tom Hanks is sick so that's top of the headlines too. What an utter farce!
Food shops are staying open and claim they have plenty of stock. That didn't stop an evening rush to hoard after the PM made her speech. The people noticed: She is a politician and her mouth was open. So she must have been lying. She was lying through her teeth when she asked to be elected to save the world's climate. Months have passed and nothing is being done. Which automatically triggered a panic response in the streets. Queues fifty meters long in Nettos! 20 times more than normal sold in Rema1000 supermarket yesterday evening. Arrests over shoppers refusing to leave when the shop closed for the night! Throwing items around!
I need to buy essential foods but risk contagion if I mix with other people. How do I know I don't already have the virus and spreading it myself? The latest advice is that any cold or flu symptoms could be the virus. Both of us have had odd flu or cold-like symptoms for over a week now. So it's home quarantine for a fortnight. The news is that the online shopping websites can't cope and have half hour queues to get onto the website. Another farce!
I risked a run to the shops in the hope that the virus hasn't spread this early. I wore fresh disposable gloves for each shop and discarded them immediately afterwards.
The village idiots were their usual, pig-ignorant, backward, peasant selves. Pressing together in ther queues and coughing loudly, wide open mouthed, all over the displays and the endless queues at the checkouts. Just like they always do.
Several, regular items were out of stock. I asked the staff but no, they hadn't any sliced, wholemeal sandwich bread, tinned tomatoes nor raisins. No shortage of toilet rolls or cigarettes though. Yes, there were people queuing just to buy a single packet of cigarettes! Along with the company of all their school friends!
The tills were not accepting contact-less cards, completely at random, as usual. So you have to press the filthy keys to input your pin code and press enter. I was wearing my disposable gloves but nobody else was. I didn't see any face masks.
I did see lots of brain dead, teenagers though. Who were hanging about in the shops, peering down at their mobile phones. While accompanying their friends. Who were only buying a small packet of sweets or cigarettes at the checkouts. Paying with their "mobile pay" phones. Which never, ever, seem to work properly either. So there were far longer queues and far more drooling morons in the shops than I normally see. Just when I didn't want to see anybody at all! Nor they, me idf they new the rules!
Three of the supermarkets had specially bussed in semi-comatose sloths to man the few, open tills. I had never seen them before. Nor ever want to see them again. One must assume the supermarkets are hoping to maximize profits from sles to the clinically obese at the sweets and crisps displays. Which are always placed right beside the checkouts. And yes, there were people leisurely picking over the sweets and crisps during this pandemic.
There were calls over the Tannoy to open more tills. So, of course, lots of people moved over in anticipation. Only to be told, when the staff bothered to turn up, that there was no money in those tills. So it was back to the other, endless queues, but now having lost three places! More exposure to open mouthed, coughing peasants and certified, fully qualified, fully paid up, village idiots buying single packets of cigareettes.
At least we have enough wood, fuel bricks for the stove to last a couple of weeks. We must hope that the potential safety of our rural isolation is not broken by deliveries. The drivers are still insisting on signatures on their contagion machines! So then it's back indoors for another good scrub of the hands. Most wouldn't even think about it this contact. Let alone be bothered to maintain good hand hygiene afterwards. I suppose our next trick is to practice "speed disposable glove fitting" for the next Olympics. If they are ever held again.
As we go to bed on Thursday night the 12th of March 2020 it all seems horribly surreal. Or just plain unreal. We are in the age group for pneumonia regardless of our fitness levels. Tomorrow is Friday the 13th. Oh joy! Perhaps we should call it Sly "Nero" Jinping Day? 🙄
Food shops are staying open and claim they have plenty of stock. That didn't stop an evening rush to hoard after the PM made her speech. The people noticed: She is a politician and her mouth was open. So she must have been lying. She was lying through her teeth when she asked to be elected to save the world's climate. Months have passed and nothing is being done. Which automatically triggered a panic response in the streets. Queues fifty meters long in Nettos! 20 times more than normal sold in Rema1000 supermarket yesterday evening. Arrests over shoppers refusing to leave when the shop closed for the night! Throwing items around!
I need to buy essential foods but risk contagion if I mix with other people. How do I know I don't already have the virus and spreading it myself? The latest advice is that any cold or flu symptoms could be the virus. Both of us have had odd flu or cold-like symptoms for over a week now. So it's home quarantine for a fortnight. The news is that the online shopping websites can't cope and have half hour queues to get onto the website. Another farce!
I risked a run to the shops in the hope that the virus hasn't spread this early. I wore fresh disposable gloves for each shop and discarded them immediately afterwards.
The village idiots were their usual, pig-ignorant, backward, peasant selves. Pressing together in ther queues and coughing loudly, wide open mouthed, all over the displays and the endless queues at the checkouts. Just like they always do.
Several, regular items were out of stock. I asked the staff but no, they hadn't any sliced, wholemeal sandwich bread, tinned tomatoes nor raisins. No shortage of toilet rolls or cigarettes though. Yes, there were people queuing just to buy a single packet of cigarettes! Along with the company of all their school friends!
The tills were not accepting contact-less cards, completely at random, as usual. So you have to press the filthy keys to input your pin code and press enter. I was wearing my disposable gloves but nobody else was. I didn't see any face masks.
I did see lots of brain dead, teenagers though. Who were hanging about in the shops, peering down at their mobile phones. While accompanying their friends. Who were only buying a small packet of sweets or cigarettes at the checkouts. Paying with their "mobile pay" phones. Which never, ever, seem to work properly either. So there were far longer queues and far more drooling morons in the shops than I normally see. Just when I didn't want to see anybody at all! Nor they, me idf they new the rules!
Three of the supermarkets had specially bussed in semi-comatose sloths to man the few, open tills. I had never seen them before. Nor ever want to see them again. One must assume the supermarkets are hoping to maximize profits from sles to the clinically obese at the sweets and crisps displays. Which are always placed right beside the checkouts. And yes, there were people leisurely picking over the sweets and crisps during this pandemic.
There were calls over the Tannoy to open more tills. So, of course, lots of people moved over in anticipation. Only to be told, when the staff bothered to turn up, that there was no money in those tills. So it was back to the other, endless queues, but now having lost three places! More exposure to open mouthed, coughing peasants and certified, fully qualified, fully paid up, village idiots buying single packets of cigareettes.
At least we have enough wood, fuel bricks for the stove to last a couple of weeks. We must hope that the potential safety of our rural isolation is not broken by deliveries. The drivers are still insisting on signatures on their contagion machines! So then it's back indoors for another good scrub of the hands. Most wouldn't even think about it this contact. Let alone be bothered to maintain good hand hygiene afterwards. I suppose our next trick is to practice "speed disposable glove fitting" for the next Olympics. If they are ever held again.
As we go to bed on Thursday night the 12th of March 2020 it all seems horribly surreal. Or just plain unreal. We are in the age group for pneumonia regardless of our fitness levels. Tomorrow is Friday the 13th. Oh joy! Perhaps we should call it Sly "Nero" Jinping Day? 🙄
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