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Distant socialising
Writer JAN WOOLF on the unique opportunity lockdown provides to use our imagination
SAGE ADVICE: 'We grow old because we stop playing' — George Bernard Shaw
THE INTERTROPICAL Convergence Zone is known by sailors as the doldrums or the calms because of its monotonous, windless weather.
It’s a bit like that in week 10 of lockdown — or lockjaw, as there are less people to talk to. I’m not part of the gradual, ambiguous, sort of vague easing as I’m a member of the Oldish and I choose not to be out and about just yet. But then I’m on pensions so it’s a luxury choice.
I can only imagine the agonies people are going through whose livelihood depends on paid work. The platitudes about education coming from government are tired and predictable: “Children need to learn … missing out … ” etc. does not take into account that they or their teacher might get Covid and die.
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