A year ago today, Boris went on the evening telly to let us all know that we needed to stay home. Protect the NHS. Save lives. He was telling us this at least a couple of weeks later than he should have. But I guess we should be grateful that he didn’t leave it a few more weeks still. He was clearly tempted to do so.
Yesterday, Boris told us we should today observe a minutes silence, to reflect upon the year gone by. But, one presumes, not to reflect too long on his own contribution to the British response to the novel coronavirus. The silence was set for midday. I happened to be on my daily walk along the beach. So I recorded my silence for posterity. You can join me, if you wish. Press the play button. And please shush…
There’s plenty to reflect upon, isn’t there. We live in a different world. Different in a multitude of ways, but perhaps most noticeable in the absence of millions of people, lost to the virus. I don’t wallow in the sorrow though. We will get back to a normal world. And I’m confident it will be closer to the old normal than any of the dystopian new normals that have been proposed.