Well this year can go fuck
itself
Honestly there doesn’t seem
to be a satisfactory way to sum up how shite 2020 has been, and I say that as
someone who got a holiday this year – it was only three days but it was better
than a lot of people – and being honest I’m feeling pretty ground down by it
all now. Just when things were looking up, we had vaccine, Christmas was
coming, Trump lost, we get a new highly contagious strain in the UK and my
Grandad goes into hospital with not only Covid-19 but a plastic hip that just
won’t stay in, he’s always said if a job’s worth doing it’s worth doing
properly. We’ve spent Christmas in Tier 4 (I think that should be capitalized?)
which is pretty much the same as regular lockdown conditions except it has a
more marketable name and the new plumbing shop up the top can stay open – mind
you I’m sure I’d consider them to be essential if my toilet broke over
Christmas, which it has done before – though no fault of my own I’d like to
add. A lot of people in England have spent Christmas in Tier 4 (it doesn’t look
right capitalized, though, does it?) which has effectively meant that for a lot
of people Christmas was actually cancelled, or they just ignored it and broke
the rules. It wasn’t that extreme for us, I’ve been locked down with my mum and
nan and we had my Auntie Joycie over because she’s had her shots, she genuinely
carried the relevant paperwork and print-offs in her purse the whole day to
prove to any hypothetical policemen who might storm our house having smelt her
entering on the wind that she was legally able to come round for multiple
different reasons. My Auntie Joycie has never been a rule breaker, I think
the closest she got was when she bought some dining chairs from a market one
time.
