Day 269

Written December 19, 2020.

We’re in the city, getting ready to leave for Melbourne- then suddenly –




So sad. 39 infections, all near the Northern beaches but that’s enough for Daniel Andrews, the Victorian premier.He’s put up the border.  As he should. Victorians battled so hard to get the numbers down, at the time as high as in the UK, but whereas the UK spiralled out of control, Andrews imposed a 3 month strict lockdown I’ve talked about before. He saved tens of thousands of lives. Whereas the UK has a death toll of over 60,000, and today it’s said that last week, one person in a hundred over there has the virus, now in Victoria, they’ve had double donut days for about 42 days. Now five cases in quarantine, so only one donut, but that’s 0 local transmissions.

So our Christmas treat is canceled, going to GG’s niece in Melbourne and her family, K’s little second cousins. HIs sister Susan from Perth can fly there, but thanks to that infected airline crew and the silly loophole fixed up now but too late, we won’t. Airline crew only had to self-isolate. Are there penalties for disobeying the rules? Cancelled AiRBNB, postponed flights. We’ll take K and escape from the city again, since the virus might get out of control

At least, second time around,  we know how to escape. And the river house is no longer a fishing shack after this year’s wrestle of getting it into shape. There’s veggies growing, and we know how to go down the river to get provisions.  We’ll be lonely, but there’s each other. And zoom. And neighbours, I hope, from Boxing Day on. And perhaps people to ask for a drink in the pergola on Christmas night.

I ring Sarah, my dear friend who works in a hospital in North Hampton in the UK. I daren’t complain. She’s refused the vaccine because of her autoimmune condition, and no one’s seen the data on that, but her colleagues have had the vaccine and will now be reckless, now they’re safe. At least in October Boris Johnson  mandated that in hospitals everywhere, they have to wear masks. She’s safer than she was. But when she went this week to London to deliver a present to her Dad, she said that all London, in the most severe lockdown Boris has mandated, was bustling. Crowds everywhere. All shops and cafes open.The only thing shut were the pubs.



2 Responses to Day 269

  1. I guess we should have predicted this! It was too good to be true, and alas, it was.

    Will Sydney enter into another lockdown? I should hope not, personally, for my own selfish reasons. I’m to be employed for a three month stint at the open air cinema at the botanical gardens, my first job in almost a year! And now, before it even begins, it looks like it will be lost.

    I should be ok for money, for some time… Sydney rent, ouch. It would be nice to be paid for my writing – a commission, a residency, publication, something! Now in this turbulent time, ironically, it seems almost like writing is the safest and perhaps (optimistically) most lucrative opportunity.

    I must tell you, Sue. J, my brother locked down in New York, despite the cold, the darkness and the death count, has reached down deep and found some Christmas spirit. For the next few days leading up to Christmas, J is reading Charles Dickens’ a Christmas Carol LIVE on his instagram account.

    It is beautiful; it’s very J. J and his wholesome, joyous soul. Always so sensitive, always so caring. Even now, in one of the worst effected places in the world, J is spreading happiness, one Charles Dickens’ novella at a time. He has donned a very ugly Christmas sweater and projected vision of a fireplace onto the back wall of his dingy Brooklyn apartment (I’m sorry, J. But it is dingy).

    I should go watch him now. Mum, C and I all tuned in. It’s nice to see J smiling, putting on goofy voices and his impeccable accents. Very nice indeed.

  2. Hi Sophie,

    I’ve been too miserable to tell you, dear blog, that it’s all upon us again, so Sophie, you’ve done it for me. Please give the link so we can watch J too. Since he’s your twin, he’ll be good fun. And you’re right, we need some laughter. And here’s me whingeing, free and well when much of the world is sick and dying. Shame, Sue, shame.

    I hope your job happens.Surely it will, an open air cinema.

    At least we’re going back to the river today. I’ll be bouncy tomorrow again.


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