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SUNDAY 7th JUNE
When I brush my teeth, I have always cleared my mouth by drinking water straight from the tap – and, in the recent hot weather, was drinking a lot of water from the tap. Also, I have been waking up a lot during the night recently, my mouth totally bone-dry – and I was getting up, going to the loo and drinking water straight from the sink’s tap.
I woke up in the middle of last night wondering if the high calcium level in my body could be due to this drinking from the tap. I might have mentioned before that science – and, in particular, chemistry – is a big blind spot I have. The build-up on the end of the tap I always thought was probably built-up spittle and general gunge but, of course, it is really probably calcium from the very very hard water which London has.
Or is it?
What do I know? Not chemistry.
But, from now on, I will drink bottled water bought from supermarkets, rather than water straight from the tap. Something I thought I would never do. I mean, I thought, why BUY water when it is on tap for free?
Paranoia? Who knows?
Not me. And certainly not at 3.00am in the morning.
Plus ça change elsewhere. We are still in lockdown. Households are not allowed to mingle with other households and, outside, we have to keep at least 2 metres away from other people unless we live with them in a single household.
MONDAY 8th JUNE
I had a tiny problem with the trackpad of my 9-year-old MacBook Pro laptop, so I took it to the excellent MacSmiths repair shop in Cambridge Heath/Hackney.
To get there, I had to take three trains each way – a Thameslink train, an Underground train and an Overground train. On each of the six trains I used, I was the only person in my carriage.
At MacSmiths, I asked if business had been badly affected by the lockdown because people had been too nervous to risk travelling to the shop.
“Not really been affected at all,” was the reply (I paraphrase). “If it’s a choice between the risk of catching the virus or not having a computer, the fear of not having a computer seems to be worse for people.”
TUESDAY 9th JUNE
My Eternally UnNamed Friend came up to see me in Borehamwood and, keeping 2 metres apart, we walked across Green Belt land close to my house.
This is allowed – You can now visit someone you know provided you don’t go inside their house and provided you keep 2 metres apart outside.
But, inevitably, this unleashed hay fever on me.
Coughs, sneezes and sniffles guaranteed to make nervous people keep socially distant from me,
Although the official UK total of coronavirus-related deaths is now over 40,000, reports say the real death rate is probably over 60,000 if you compare the increase in deaths this year with the number of deaths in the same period last year.
WEDNESDAY 10th JUNE
Yesterday’s hay fever symptoms seem to have been wider-spread than just in Borehamwood. Today I got this message from someone I know in one of the other nations in the UK. (Note to Americans reading this: the UK comprises four nations.)
I wasn’t feeling great yesterday. A sore throat and running nose. Probably just a cold or hay fever but, for safety, this morning I went to one of the drive-through coronavirus testing centres manned by the Army.
I went to the centre because I thought I might end-up doing the swab test wrong if I got a kit to self-administer at home.
It turns out that, at the drive-through testing centres, you have to self-administer the test in your own car…
The Army blokes give you instructions by phone as they stand by your closed window. Then you open your window and they lob in the swab test kit from 2 metres away.
You sit in your car and test yourself by sticking the swab up your nostrils and into the back of your mouth. If you make a mistake, you use the hazard lights on your car to attract their attenton. If you feel unwell, you honk your horn.
I made a mistake with the swab. So I had another conversation by phone with the man despite the fact I could actually hear him talking to me on the phone standing right by my closed window.
The whole thing was surreal.
When you’re finished, they leave a big yellow bin by your window and then leg it away fast it so you can lob the test in the bin.
All rather comical and strange.
The total deaths are now 41,128 – up by 245 in the last 24 hours.
THURSDAY 11th JUNE
I got another email from my friend about her drive-through test:
I think I fucked-up the test after all that. I got this one-size-suits-all email:
NHS COVID-19 NOTIFICATION
Your coronavirus test result is unclear. You’ll need to apply for another test.
If you have not had symptoms of coronavirus, you don’t need to self-isolate. If you have symptoms, self-isolate for 7 days from when symptoms started.
You may return to work on day 8 if you’ve not had a high temperature for 48 hours and feel well. Talk to your employer first.
If someone you live with has tested positive, continue to self-isolate. Follow the guidance in the text message they received.
If this result is for a care home resident or someone who is shielding, they may need to be tested again. Follow the specific guidelines.
If this result is for a child or staff member at school/nursery, tell the school or nursery.
Contact 111 if you need medical help. In an emergency dial 999.
FRIDAY 12th JUNE
Cabin fever has kicked-in.
It is five months since I had a haircut. I am not foolish enough to attempt a self-haircut, but I shaved off my 5-week beard and tried to refresh my self-image.
SATURDAY 13th JUNE
My friend had another swab test – this one NOT self-administered. It was negative.
Elsewhere, today was the day on which normally, annually, Trooping The Colour takes place on Horseguards Parade in London. Because of the coronavirus ban on large crowds and social distancing, a smaller-scale event was held inside Windsor Castle.
Leicester Comedy Festival judge Louisette Stodel was listening to the Radio 4 Lunchtime News and says it reported:
“The Welsh Guards have performed a socially distanced tribute to the Queen in their bare skins.”
Obviously, the script read “bearskins” not “bare skins” but on radio this vital nicety was missing.
It is, however, an odd way to phrase a report. So I mused to Louisette that perhaps there had been a bet in the BBC Newsroom to see if they could get away with that phrasing as a laugh.
I thought I was joking but maybe there was, indeed, a bet because Louisette told me that, in the 5.00pm news bulletin, the BBC solemnly reported that, to celebrate the Queen’s Official Birthday:
“The Welsh Guards in their bare skins performed a special tribute designed for social distancing.”
I do seem to remember there was once a bet in a newsroom where someone reckoned he could include the names of all seven of Snow White’s dwarfs in a serious bulletin without anyone noticing. Which he succeeded in doing.
My memory tells me this truly happened. But maybe it was in a fictional film. Or maybe I just imagined it.
The line between reality, imagined-reality and straight-up fantasy is beginning to blur.
Already no-one knows what day it is.
Every day seems like a Sunday because all days are the same, most shops are shut and the streets are only sparsely dotted with people.
Eventually, as I understand it, our Sun will expand and explode, taking everything with it.
We and everything which exists and which ever existed on Earth will be stardust.
Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose to an extent.
But Tempus fugit trumps all.
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