Day… No, wait…

And that was that. A last minute announcement of a Presidential address to the nation, which was then (as is tradition) late in starting. And the news that the State of Disaster, whose regulations had been with us for 750 days, and which provided the framework upon which the lockdown and everything else Covid-related was attached, was summarily ended at midnight last night.

With it go many of the rules and regulations which have governed our lives for the past two years, although there is some confusion as to where we stand with mask wearing and 50% capacity in venues, given that it seems that there is no longer any legislation under which to enforce that, but we’re still supposed to do it. That legislation will be forthcoming later this month, but in the meantime, there are a big grey area.

Gone too then is the 6000 miles… The Lockdown Diaries category: 767 posts of thoughts, opinions, news and – now – memories of the lockdown. Including one where our neighbour told the local WhatsApp group that she had microwaved her newspaper, and another where I hit 91.9kph running in the back garden.

Oh, and the reminder that in April 2020, I went to the supermarket (once):

Halcyon days.

To be honest, we haven’t really been locked down for a long while now, and last night’s change won’t really make much difference to anyone’s lives here.

But, let the record show that South Africa’s State of Disaster is officially over. And before I hit PUBLISH, let me click that The Lockdown Diaries button one last time. It’s been wild.

Day 739 – How to start an obituary

I sat down this evening, full of good intentions to write a blog post from scratch, probably about some recent political development or news item, lending you – the dear reader – some profound insight into the important matter in question.

And then I saw The Times’ obituary for actress June Brown.

Well, some of it. I couldn’t read the whole lot because it’s paywalled and I don’t do paywalls.

But what I saw was quite enough:

I’ll be quite honest here: this was not the opening sentence or paragraph that I was expecting when documenting the life of a 95 year old woman who had a career spanning over 30 years in one of the UK’s biggest and most popular soap operas.

I don’t have an issue with her amateur (I’m guessing/hoping it was amateur) slice and dice hobby, I just think it’s a really weird thing to start an actress’ obituary with. And it’s quite a 180 from the warm and cosy lines just ahead of it, n’est pas? I can only guess that she had an otherwise unremarkable childhood and that the bunny hacking was the only thing of interest.

But even so… Wow.