Here we go again.
The government actually had to invent a tier 4, so that we could be put into it.
Christmas is officially cancelled and the rats are flying the sinking ship. Er… I mean people are abandoning London (and taking the virus with them), although personally I’m not willing to criticise anybody without knowing their circumstances – let each settle with their own conscience whether their journey is justified. I can imagine circumstances in which it would be; like visiting your dying mother, for example.
The government is disgusted, of course. I’m not sure what they expected, announcing at 4 pm yesterday that nobody is allowed to go and see their family for Christmas, with the rule coming into effect from midnight: Predictably, everybody mobile enough packed their suitcase and boarded the next train out.
Recommended Reading for the Latest Lockdown:
- A Journal of the Plague Year by Daniel Defoe (I’d say the title speaks for itself)
- The Decameron by Boccaccio (people entertaining themselves in a 14th century lockdown in Italy)
- Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens (for those who can’t do Christmas without soppy stories)
⇒ You can read the official rules for this latest lockdown here. (And yes, it does say you can still visit your dying mother. That's about the only thing you can do, in fact.)