Corona Virus Fear
19 February 2020
Anne’s been summoned back to Canada for a bit of grandmothering. So, for the last few days she’s been looking out her white lace gloves, lace bonnet, shawl and a brand new broomstick. On Monday she flew from Langkawi to do whatever grannies do - that and put another freediver’s fin sized carbon footprint on the ozone layer.
She only just made it. China’s not flying so flights have been cancelled willy nilly. “Dear Customer.....owing to xyz (none actually say “the virus” or “absolutely no one in China is flying, so our business model is stuffed”). It’s all apparently other quite innocuous reasons. Whatever, the basic message was, “best of luck with your booking - we’re past caring”.
Finally, after much angst and customer service from the school of “I couldn’t give a monkeys”, re-routed several times including an expensive night in Hong Kong, just yards away from virus ridden China, she made it to freezing Toronto. She’d have been quicker on her broomstick.
Meanwhile, I’ve been building my list of boat upkeep jobs and very soon, perhaps after sundowners, or maybe later after a few episodes of Outlander, I’ll make a start and re-prioritise the priority list after which, I’ll probably need a wee rest.
I’m relatively safe here from the virus. Staying on board saves me from contact with people. By far the majority of Asians are wearing surgical masks. The masks that every informed body says are pretty much useless. And the best bit is watching guys pull down their masks, have a drag on a cigarette then tuck it back into place. What they don’t seem to have thought of though is my biggest fear.
After wearing these surgical masks, all day, every day, will folk end up with sticky out ears?