Thursday, 2 April 2020

Nosy Swansong.


Ever heard of Exercise Cygnus? No, nor had I till yesterday. It was a 2016 government simulation of an epidemic of flu and the conclusion was that the NHS was inadequate to the task. Nothing was done about the report, or the NHS, and it was classified and buried. You reap what you sow.


It's a pity that a lot of the reporters asking questions during the daily Covid briefings are not too familiar with video conferencing. They seem to place their laptops far too low and angle the integrated webcam in the lid upwards. Over the last few days I've become intimately familiar with the inside of Robert Peston's nose.

I think Kitty has taken to panic buying. Whereas she normally catches rodents, brings them into the house, eviscerates them on the kitchen floor and eats them (leaving the stomach), she now simply brings them in a deposits them around the house, using it as as a kind of storage facility.

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