The pre-lockdown dash - In the name of Thiago - Day 302
So how's everyone doing after yesterday's lockdown announcement? I was thinking back to Friday and how I was writing that I was struggling to find the context for continuing to write this blog. Well, the latest lockdown announcement does at least give the blog some legs in that respect. Ok, I know I'm struggling to find a positive here. Global pandemic and subsequent lockdown equals good blogging material. I admit it, that is seriously shithouse.
I'm fairly sure that I've been in contravention of lockdown measures this last couple of days but here's the thing: people will do far worse. I can live with myself for that. The only way this could have been avoided would have been if we'd turned around immediately on arrival in Herstmonceux on Friday and pinged it home for midnight. Fuck that. I take my reference from the political leadership of this country so there you have it, I'll use my own judgement thank you just as those muppets have.
Such is Elisa's natural sway in family gatherings that no sooner had this epic contest concluded, than we were sat down on the sofa watching 'Pitch perfect 2'. It wasn't as awful as I would like to tell you it was, maybe I'm going all soft in my middle age!
Actually nothing could be further from the truth about me going soft not the awfulness or otherwise of 'Pitch Perfect 2'. Angelica and have had another one of those deep conversations today. Even though I'm fairly well practiced in washing my dirty laundry in public now, this will remain private. I can say that, as always, she was persuasive and has given me more to think about in respect of how I manage my thoughts and feelings. I do wish I could be calmer sometimes!
My problem at the moment is that I seem to be making mistakes at every turn. I shouldn't be doing this because of that and I shouldn't say that because of this. Sometimes I wonder whether it's ok to express any sort of fucking opinion at all. I believe this regrettably is the downside of the very open contemporary society we live in. But then I remember that I simply don't give a flying fuck and it's all ok again until the next time something opens more wounds. I fear that this fear of being outed for having an opinion must stifle a lot of younger people's creativity these days rather than help them express themselves. I'll always encourage Elisa to express herself - that's for sure. She's certainly not shaping up to be a shrinking violet!
I shall try to be positive in my approach with the miserable bugger but I really can't make any promises. Look at where I came from for fuck's sake!
I almost forgot, I know it's winding down, but for however long I keep up the daily blog I shall keep pointing people in the direction of the fundraiser, as I simply don't know who's reading. Have a relaxing evening folks before lockdown consumes us all. Again.
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