Journal of the Plague Year Issue 1
If Defoe could do it, so could I, I thought, because (in his words), “The face of London was now indeed strangely altered”. As we head into the official school holidays, I’m taking the advice of Jessica Watson—she of the 200+ days around the world—and seeking solace in writing. Perhaps a daily observation may help put the whole thing in perspective…
In all honesty, I couldn’t be doing a worse job that most of the papers, who desperately fill their pages with mildly entertaining opinions to disguise the complete lack of news. The Travel section is filled with recollections and dated wisdom from travel writers whose occupations gone. No one can travel, and the possibility of future flights is rapidly receding. Our trip to the Maldives was already postponed to August; and now, the whole place is closed until November and that really rules it out, so we’ll be cancelling and hoping we can use the airfares at some stage next year. Articles lauding the delights of hidden parts of Spain and Italy are of questionable taste—what will those towns and villages be like when we eventually go back, as we will? The memory of an unimaginable number of deaths, focused in the older generations, must mark those regions for decades.
All hail the ABC, then, in all its media, which continues to be engaging and informative, while avoiding the fake doom-saying of Seven. Much as I like Mel Doyle as a journalist, the portentous tone of her nightly predictions of the apocalypse encapsulate everything I dislike about commercial news. The fact that most of the programs continue to be produced from the presenters’ home is a remarkable technical feat and justifies every penny the taxpayer puts at their disposal. Hands off, ScoMo.
WordPress have made some major changes to the iOS editor since the last time I blogged, so part of the next week will be getting used to the new layout. Today will be spent getting ready for a pretty busy week at work, and I have a few thoughts about remote teaching, both good and bad. And be in no doubt, a regular feature will be commenting on the Moron-in-Chief in Washington. I’ll certainly be discussing him with God during remote mass this morning.
I probably should leave this image until Good Friday, but what the hell (or heaven).
