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Three days ago, a minor hiccup occurred in my life; my computer keyboard stopped functioning. Naturally, this meant no more computer until a new one was obtained (Note: I’d lined up the previous three posts to fire on a time-delay). Unfortunately, a quick dust-off of my spare revealed that it was the older PS/2 connector, which didn’t fit my current rig. Nor did I have an adaptor. Well, I say ‘minor hiccup’, for that’s what it would normally be; but lockdown made solving this purpose much more difficult.
I could not order one online; the fact I required a working keyboard to order said item making it a Catch-22 situation. My local big-box electronics emporium was, naturally closed. So was the smaller independent repair store in the town centre which I believe sold a few spares too. Trusty old Argos was closed. Getting another to order it for me would take a considerable amount of time, then I’d have to work out how to get it from theirs to mine. I did try this; contacting a relative who lived within biking distance. They refused to do it; saying it was ‘unnecessary’. That is, because they think it’s unnecessary for them, it is for everyone else. Ultimately, I had to visit five different supermarkets to find one which stocked this tacky number I’m using now.
If the state’s intention of closing the electronics shops was to stop people going out, well it backfired here. I travelled for around three hours in total, coming in contact with I’d suspect some seventy more people all to simply buy one fucking basic item which normally I could have achieved in less time, less distance and less human contact.
I’m hearing reports of this here, there everywhere; the ways that lockdown is being applied is proving to be stupid, overkill, crazy or utterly callous. In fact, today was a prime example of this. For I had to bury a relatives’ cat in their garden.
This story is simple; a few days ago, said cat looked rather sick. Owner called their usual vet practice; only got a pre-recorded message saying they were closed. Second choice said they’d only open up if it was ‘an emergency’ – ie an accident. Third said the would be willing to see the cat; if they paid five times the going rate for the consult. By the time they’d managed to scrape up the funds; kitty was with the scratching-post in the sky.
To add insult to injury; the local pet crematorium wasn’t open to people to drive up there for the deed as normal; but they did offer a pick-up service. If the animal in question was at a vets, that is. Which it wasn’t, as I’ve explained. So cue me making another ‘unnecessary journey’ so I could wield a shovel. Well done, lockdown!
I have another example, from another relative. They’re in a vulnerable group, have the letter to prove it. However, their beloved landlord – the local council – has decided that they must have an gas check. As in the usual yearly check. Let’s go through the situation, here. Said person – who is statistically more likely to be felled by coronavirus than the rest of us, partly the reason we’re going through all this lockdown crap for – is expected to open their front door to a complete stranger, to lead them throughout their home for around an hour, with them breathing the same air and touching everything. Oh, and they have no PPE whatsoever. Either relative or worker. Council do not give a shit; did not even consider the possibility of delaying said check. Just gave them menaces about ‘breach of contract’ if they refused to let them in. To which I say this; well, that makes lockdown fucking worth, doesn’t it?
There’s reports of this crap all over the country. Why, in the prime-time of ‘planting season’ are the garden centres closed? Surely, ‘social distancing’ can be done in such a place? Being at a time where lots of us are stuck at home, why can’t the DIY stores be open so we can beat cabin fever, clear the backlog of jobs (which we all have) and generate some economic activity? Flytipping is starting to become problematic; for the dumps are all closed too. What if the likes of my cooker dies? Am I supposed to subsist on sandwiches and cup-a-soups until the likes of Currys reopens?
Yes, I hear you say – all of these can be done online now. Lockdown is proving which many working-class folk already knew; problems can be made to go away if enough cash is thrown at it – I can get my turf, timber, a hippo bag and a new fridge-freezer delivered to my door in short notice if I’ve got a high enough limit on my credit card to make the thing happen. Which many folk do not have (including me, for that matter). Once again, I smell the reek of classism, and I’m calling it out.
Why should you care about this? The answer is simple; the more pain and inconvenience a person suffers (such as the individual situation some Britons are in), the shorter the time they’ll support and follow a lockdown. For, due to the ramshackle state of the police, general lack of either public control mechanisms and strong anti-authoritarian streak in British society lockdown is basically an honour system. Lose that, and we’re screwed.
As I finish this post; the lamp-bulb in the room I’m currently in has started to flicker rapidly; either it’s trying to see if I have epilepsy or it’s about to die. This is another problem; for it’s a weird size cap and – if I remember right – the only stockist in town was a big-box DIY store. Which is closed due to lockdown. And I don’t have a spare. Oh for fuck’s sake, here I go again…
As everything on this blog, merely my own thoughts and opinions. Part of my Covid Pandemic series.