We really are such privileged fuckers aren’t we.
I used to love when my grandad told stories of life after the war, it was like fiction, queuing for petrol, getting the broken biscuits from the Jacobs factory because a staff member lives on the same road and shared them out (I obviously focused on priorities)
feeding the neighbours kids because you had extra that week.
We’re a long way off that but it must be so weird seeing those in their 90’s watching this happen.
I keep needing to remind myself to STOP stressing about the smallest things and remember there are people who won’t get to say goodbye to their parents or family members, or who won’t be able to feed their kids in a weeks time because they’ve lost their jobs.
and I need to keep reminding myself to get off line or go read other threads here
I might come out of this physically, but i don’t want to be a mess mentally when we do.
Daily reminder,
look after your 3 ply and your head
Go outside, wash your hands, go check what Rebecca lamb is having for lunch
Or what’s happening with Megan and Harry
just pull yourself back from the edge
also, while I’m being a condescending twat.
“Lockdown” does not mean you’re stripped of your rights and your Netflix subscription
its done to make sure the right people are able to access the right resources and get to the right places at the right time without hysteria!!
180 people looking to go to Asda isn’t safe, it’s a short term solution to help everyone, not lock them away for months on end.
Fuck Brenda and her insider information and wait until we’re all told what will happen, Brenda probably eats cat food and talks to her pet fish in between posting Facebook updates about her “son” in the army.
Her son is bubbles the goldfish.
Bubbles is dead. Bubbles is a baby carrot.
This was longer than I expected....