So here in Stratford uA there’s a resident collection of street beggars, buskers and the like. Every town has them I guess. They seem harmless enough though I do sigh each time I pass by some young lad who seems to be fit and relatively healthy. I always imagine they could find a job if they put their mind to it. But I admit I don’t know their back story. There’s an older guy who sleeps on his cardboard stack outside Boots. He’s quite a character, By 1-2pm he’s usually loaded and serenading the shoppers and tourists with his drunken ballads. He always attracts a curious crowd. Bless him.
Well I watched the daily cv-19 briefing at 5pm and noted that the Government are talking confidently about achieving the Health Secretary’s target of 100,000 tests per day by the end of the month. Hurrah! Except it’s not exactly in terms of actual tests, instead they are now tweaking it to say that they’ll have the capacity to test that number. Ahh. So they’ll have 100,000 cotton buds in stock to take swabs but nowhere near enough nurses and the other medically-trained people to take the tests and process them. It’s not quite the same thing is it?
It’s not like me to speak well of Yorkshire folk but I was saddened today to learn about the death of Jane Tomlinson. Married mum of 3 Jane was diagnosed with terminal (breast) cancer in 2000 and given 6 months to live. She was determined to do something with the rest of her life and to demonstrate that life had to be lived so she embarked on a series of hard physical challenges to prove that life with cancer still had purpose.