@Dark eagle, yep, things over here are a bit crazy. The latest bit of fun from Jelly fish Jonson (as my lady has dubbed Boris Jonson our prime minister), is that he's said it'll all be back to normal by Christmas.
Just to put this in context for people outside the UK, after the outbreak of the first world war in 1914, the government told the departing troops that "it would all be over by Christmass," and of course, four years, several million deaths and a hole lot of misery later, it was still going!
So speaking of something being "over by Christmas", has sort of a very worrying vibe in the UK (terry Pratchett even references this in monstrous regiment), so for Jonson to claim this is bloody freaky.
he's also been on record telling people that another lockdown is something he views like a nuclear deterrent, something he really hopes not to use, which frankly, according to the advice of the world health organisation and a lot of medical experts over here is a load of absolute bollocks!
Really, you'd think a new father would be a bit more concerned for his Son's health, then again, like all the conservative party he's probably got more than enough cash so that he dosn't have to actually risk anything, much like all those chief execs who keep turning up urging people to go back to work and make money for them whilst they stay safe at home.
What is doubly scary, is that we haven't even hit the probable second wave yet, the predictions are that will start up somewhere around November, this is still the first bloody wave!
of course, I freely admit this week hasn't been easy owing to my lady having a few delayed reaction issues from the cancer news, one reason whyt the db updates are so sparse, and why i haven't dropped into this topic for a while, since there isn't a lot to report. Indeed, oddly enough, I find my gaming desire is going slightly into abeyance, likely because I'm busy with writing my own book reviews and working on original fiction, though i know myself well enough to know this is just a temporary thing and it'll be roaring back soon enough.
With our dreaming and singing, Ceaseless and sorrowless we! The glory about us clinging Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing; O men! It must ever be
That we dwell in our dreaming and singing, A little apart from ye. (Arthur O'Shaughnessy 1873.)