In Britbongistan:
1,300 people told they had to self isolate because of a fuck up by the lab monkeys (No offence to anyone here who works in a lab, BTW). They say it was because of "the chemicals" used, so I'd hazard a guess at this being the primers or something, I'm not entirely sure.
Additionally, we've been told that we're looking at shit being like this until April of next year (I'm not kidding. April. When they said Easter, we all thought you know, the one just gone. Various Conservative (the party in Gov) MPs are getting fucked off with it (
link is here) and they're also talking about making the pork orcs - those with 40+BMIs - "be offered" the vaccine first. Given fat makes you stupid and fats know it's a death sentence for them (the virus I mean) and are suitably scared, I can actually get behind this.
I've been house checking for friends this week, popping in, feeding the cats, watering the plants, etc. They have a home gym, and when I first stopped in earlier this week, I found a beautiful note from them with £50, saying "guest room is made up, and the bathroom is clean. If you need a change of scene, feel free to stop over a couple of nights and use the bathtub (smaller one in my home, He recently did a beautiful refurb of theirs, massive, gorgeous corner tub). Buy yourself dinner/wine and use the home gym if you like".
I actually fucking wept like an infant. I cannot wait until the gyms reopen next week. Edited to say: I know that's OT, but that's my good news for the week.
Further edit cos nobody likes a Debbie Doubleposter:
@ColtWalker1847 Also, I think they learn to check for stuff too. As in, you maintain your jack, look after it. Dunno about you but I have various tools and bits and bats for my home, and it's almost like after a long time of use, you get to know it, how it works, it's quirks and stuff, and you know what is and is not right for that bit of equipment. And you adjust and plan accordingly, you know? It's not rocket science.
I see all This Fucking Mess as the perfect storm of years of compensation culture, oppression points, and at this point, several generations of kids raised by parents who never learned to say "no" or "no more TV, get the fuck outside and exercise". And then you've got the people who never, ever bothered to teach their kids about death in a healthy way. You know, the kind who replaced goldfish and gerbils every time they snuffed it for their own convenience because god forbid they square up to the tears and upset (and I'm not judging kids for that, losing your first pet is horrible at the time) and have an age appropriate conversation with their kids about Adult Things and Deep Stuff.