Back To The Future.

So we're two weeks into 2021 and nothing seems to have changed since the first lockdown last March and I've hit the point where thinking any further ahead than a couple of days is becoming way too stressful.

My constant 'Man Who Fell to Earth' multi-screen head is slowly turning into an off-tune B&W portable TV and to be honest that kinda freaks me out a wee bit...even typing it scares me as it's hard to admit that I'm not the massive mountain of strength I should be.

Yes I have a few (emphasis on the few) projects to keep me going plus the joys of home schooling should be kicking in but the whole bizarre vague complexity of the situation is just fogging up my brain.

The need to logically - and simply - plan out actions and responses seems useless right now as those in power (to a lesser extent up here) seem content to just shuffle about doing nothing.

Shoppers are still unable to queue, wear masks or social distance at tills and it feels like I'm screaming into a massive wind tunnel at times.

Even the vaccine rollout seems unreal as it basically doesn't appear to actually be happening.

Even the press pictures are confused....that man is outside!

It seems that after a sense of fashion style, the first thing to get chucked out of the window during a crisis is any sense of logic or basic common sense.

Oh yes and caring.

Trying to make any sort of sense of the situation just leaves me shaking, I've tried to break it down to basics (as in how it affects the household) but honestly that's just more frustrating.

And why?

Well here's an example.

Or two.

In a household of 5 - 4 of which are autistic and 3 of which are classed as 'vulnerable' - with no family or outside support for help, we're not classed as a priority for vaccination which is terrifying as if anything happened to either myself or Rho we not only don't have the space to self-isolate but it would be impossible to actually get out to buy basic provisions.

But according to the government we'll be fine till August or whenever.

And the whole 'only leave the house when necessary' thing is kinda shot to f*ck at the moment too, you see we're waiting on our mobility car - only 14 year late huzzah) so at the moment we have to walk to the shops - with 1 child max - which means we can't actually do more than one days shop at a time.

We're having to wait longer for a replacement car as - according to the dealership - the entire of Scotland didn't have one without £300 boy racer wheels that we didn't want to pay for.

Because we're not boy racers obviously.

And if that's happening to us then it must be happening to other families too.

And some of them wont feel comfortable - or able - to vent their frustrations on an imaginary interweb audience.

On a plus side it can't get any worse can it?

Anyway I should stop now before I get really depressed.

 

Happy 2021 all.