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I completed my new form issued by the government and went off to the village shop this morning.  There were three customers, all keeping their 2 metre distance, or nearly, it is a small shop, then in came a man with a shopping trolley.  I stepped away, he came closer.  I went to the apples, mostly bad, he followed me.  I went to the other end of the shop but there he was.  Eventually with my vegetables and fruit in my bag I went to the check out.  A man joined the short queue keeping his distance but the man with trolley joined in pushing himself between me and the other customer, who took two large steps backwards, while I took two steps forwards.  Unfortunately that meant I was too far away from the counter to pack my shopping and pay.  I did contemplate asking the server to toss me my goods and I could try to catch them in my bag,  but I reluctantly moved back one step.  No-one had spoken, not one word, not even a 'bonjour'.  Perhaps the act of opening one's mouth and breathing out air is scaring everyone.  I packed my shopping, said 'merci' and 'au revoir' and left.

The new social interactions are tricky, worse than knowing whether 2 kisses or one kiss on each cheek is the norm.  Will France ever be the same again?

Trump is worried.  Not about the virus, the huge increase in people dying or the lack of equipment needed to keep people alive, but whether the situation with the economy will stop him being re-elected.    He lives in the world of delusion while Dr Fauci tries to keep telling the truth.  When asked how is coping with Trump during press conferences he said 'well I can't jump in front of the mike and stop him.'  Why not?  Dr Fauci lived across the street from us when we lived in New York and his kids and mine were at school together.  He is about 5ft nothing while Trump is over 6ft.  He is not winning on knowledge and intelligence so he may as well try tackling him to the ground.  

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