Limbo land

One of the beautiful murals in GOMA's new exhibition by Gordon Hookey.

Those strange days when you lose track of the days of the week, when life is not quite back to normal, whatever that means these days, and the days stretch out unplanned, unchartered. We are all living in our own individual bubbles of home and family with a couple of close friends thrown in virtually for good measure. The Radio Station is still shut and recording from home has been a weekly and lonely pastime. The children I mentor can only be "met" virtually now. Schools reopening will be delayed to allow children's vaccinations to catch up. 

The main difference two years into this pandemic, is that Governments around the world no longer assume the role of Big Brother that we can push and rail against if that is what you were inclined to do. Covid and indeed Omicron, and even reporting it, has become a personal responsibility and most are recognising that while there is an inevitability about catching it, they are best shielding from it. This applies mostly to our age group of the 60 +. So while there are no lockdowns, there is a definite withdrawal from daily busy life. 

This is what is happening in my neck of the woods. Would be interested to hear how it is in yours. 

Downing street parties and Novax Djoko dominating the news. Planning for the New Year feels a little tentative all over again. This time the buck stops with us.