Wed 5^th August 2020

Things are still difficult in England because of Covid 19. It seems the powers that be are determined to keep the people under Draconian control. The latest is that we have to wear face coverings when entering shops or public transport. Not masks you will notice, simply ‘face coverings’. This is despite everyone saying that they are no good. I have made my own from a handkerchief, two of them. I look like a 1950s cowboy robbing a stagecoach. It’s the minimum I can wear. I notice that the death numbers are no longer reported in the Main Stream Media (MSM). That is all they could talk about four weeks ago, now though, they are not mentioned. It is worse than that, they are not being broadcast? Is it because they are near the five-year-average; i.e. normal? I am beginning to think that all this is nothing to do with flu, it’s about controlling the Vulgaris. Why do they need to? What is planned that needs them to do this?

In 2015,  28,000 people died of seasonal flu and no one batted an eyelid. The figure to date for this year is only 46,000, fiddled up from 36,000 I believe. It is still in the normal range. A man on TV this morning claimed that the people are backing this project-fear attitude because they don’t want to go back to work. I don’t, in truth, blame them, but when most are back working, the support for all this hyperbolic fear campaigning will melt away.

I went out on the Bandit today to meet up for coffee in the open air. A few friends all decide, independently, that they will go for a coffee in the market. We hang around for an hour talking and then some go for a drink in a pub. As I’m on a motorbike, I can’t have a drink. I am taking my granddaughters out for a meal this evening, so, I don’t want to anyway.

Our Chancellor of the Exchequer, Rishi Sunak, has given us half-price food in restaurants for this month to boost the trade. It applies on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesdays. I have taken full advantage and am about 11 British pounds up so far. Restaurants are bursting at the seams with customers and people are being turned away because there are no tables available.

The saxophone playing is coming along, albeit slowly. Learning to see a note on the staff and immediately knowing what it is, has not reached my fingers yet. I need to learn the alphabet backwards to help in this. Well, learn G through to A backwards anyway; G F E D C B A. I also have a problem with blowing the reed. Sometimes it is good and other times it breaks down and squeaks like a duck. More practise needed, and more and more.