I need a hug. I have spent more than an hour on the phone to a loved one in the UK. The descriptions of everyday life there are terrible. From the mental health and moral injuries in essential workers and others, to the graphic description of how people’s health has changed.
On the TV screens joy… but in homes a sense of nervousness. Despite being vaccinated, people don’t really know what to expect as the third wave rolls in… and memories of trauma are as fresh as can be…
Particularly touching… watching a healthy taxi driver, that used to be chatty and energetic, shuffling to his car in the morning, to breathless for banter. 🥺
Many businesses have boarded up apparently. Vanished…💔
*too
When I was very young, I remember a big hurricane. I remember huddling up next to my sister in the front room, and listening to the wild storm outside, battering the flimsy sash windows…
That’s what it sounds like. People trying to shelter a storm… No one wants to get this sickness…
No one.
No one.
Hmm, I have done it again by accident…because I perceive myself as a UK citizen, but I will be more specific.
England.
England.
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