Covid 19- politics and the reality

2 April 2020

The prime minister is requesting tougher measures from his isolation as I reflect back to his fascist and a psudo intellectual advisor: a youth of twenty appointed by his chief advisor also fascist in his impulses and a psudo intellectual: also in isolation now. The cynic in me thinks they will bounce back as the common folk who needs the care most: the beds, the ventilator, the medicine will pay for it for their lives. Still we do need to put our trust in something: something bigger than us. The already God like British conservative party with their sweeping majority.

When all this is over, when the plague wanes, will the politicians cease to use draconian measures for after all only a couple of weeks earlier they were advocating herd immunity? Survival of the fittest! Positively Darwanian.

My son studies the trends, the localised statistics of Covid 19 for his newspaper article for his classmates. The figures are a tiny fraction he concludes nothing to panic over about. All will be communicated via the net!
My daughter is still working on her rhymes ! Rhythms! Which Shakespeare's character am I? She muses as skips! Rhythms! Rhythms
I don't feel in my bones today. My husband is in conference calls. He hasn't smiled all day.

In the evening I do Zumba on Zoom. Zoom and rhythms. My heart beats rhythmically to the sound of exotic lands.