Dominic Cummings (far better than the media would have you believe).

Crivens , people who are envious that someone has the opportunity and the where with all to travel from a safe place, isolated in a metal bubble, to remove themselves to another safe space (still isolated). to ensure that should the worst come to the worst; a four year old doesn't have to go through the trauma of social services in two separate local authorities. When by virtue of the process of finding a foster/surrogate care for said four year old, invariably social services will contact and transport said four year old 265 miles to aformentioned safe isolated place noted in the lines above, to the closest relatives of the childs parents. This is the path of least resistance for social services in almost every circumstance.

All Dominic Cumming did was remove the potential for the involvement of social services and or any other third party, be it his sister, nieces, parents, social services, the police, trusted other civil servant or a friend within London doing exactly what he did for himself, in the event that he or his wife ended up on a ventilator or dead ...

The deliberate mis-direction, mis-understanding of the media and political opponents to Dominic Cummings actions, are nothing but smoke and mirrors to disguise (though why they even bother with disguise is beyond me) the very simple fact that the left in concert with the mainstream media just don't like Dominic Cummings, the Conservatives... but most of all they don't like Dominic Cummings because of Brexit. This entire media campaign is just a spiteful last ditch attempt to claw some weak pointless satisfaction by way of trying to get Dominic Cummings sacked because he was the Brexit architect.

The media in this country have created this storm in a tea cup, roused and harassed a weary bored population with a pantomime villain of their creation just to allow that bored weary population to focus all their anger and anxiety onto Dominic Cummings, so that the population will eventually force Boris Johnsons hand into fucking over his friend and colleague. A man who was wise to this threat from Southeast Asia and writing about it a year before it happened, and because of this awareness of the threat has probably been an absolute asset to the entire population that's being roused against him by our media outlets.

you couldn't make it up.

https://dominiccummings.com/2019/03/04/the-most-secure-bio-labs-routinely-make-errors-that-could-cause-a-global-pandemic-are-about-to-re-start-experiments-on-pathogens-engineered-to-make-them-mammalian-airborne-transmissible/

Time.

I was talking to the Amanda yesterday about the perception of time during lockdown. I’m on furlough, I said that I think that for people on furlough this will become known as the `long year’. I’ve had a summers worth of sun and gardening. I’m expecting Autumn any minute and yet we are still in meteorological spring. This is a general sense of the passage of time now. I find myself looking at the gardens front and rear, and out in the lanes here-abouts and having this weird disconnect from time relative to plants in season, fledglings of all sorts, emergent spider nests, all the small birds looking in trellises and gutters for those same spiders to feed their chicks, the lack of humidity accompanying the heat of the sun, and hours to fill productively, without spaffing a shedload of cash that might be in short supply later if the firm can’t reopen.

Hectic modern lives are the thing that makes the passage of time seem so swift, with days, weeks, weekends, months, routinely mandated celebrations as milestones of repetition adding to that sense of speed. I think we all knew it, know it. As a pre-amble to retirement, this phase demonstrates that a sudden break with routine will be jarring, and you can understand why fresh retirees sometimes get down in the dumps, and without the right motivation, just decline.

However, I have to say I like this slower pace, boredom can be an issue, as can overworking the middle-aged frame. But the sense that this is a long year and that there is still an entire summer to come, is simultaneously `a bit difficult to get your head round … and a right result’. We’ve been conned into thinking all `the stuff’ we fit into life is what makes life rich. Is it fuck, it’s being in the moment and not seeing your life forever streaming away into the rear view as you hurtle ever forward, ever faster to an end, whilst spending the `now’ wondering why your life recedes quicker than you can account for it, and wondering if you have been short-changed?

I’m reminded of summer holidays as a kid, they were endless. I guess the imponderable question is: how do you manage to attain this state of mind and sense of time, when working life re-starts? Amanda has been back at work for two weeks. She has the opposite issue; time has flown by.