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Fighting back

Is it time for us oldies to fight back?  A Senator in the USA has said we should let the old people die for the sake of the economy,  the Sun newspaper in the UK said that the government should stop the triple lock because all pensioners are millionaires and the money would be better used for the NHS.  In France Macron is suggesting that when the country starts getting back to some sort of life people over 70 should be locked up indefinitely.  As the virus has ravaged old people's  homes and the figures were not being included in the death rate, I am a little cynical about this being for our own good.  I anticipated us being the last group to be let out.  So when the tennis club is finally opened I shall be the only player who will be excluded from playing.

I went shopping yesterday, intending to go to Lidl, but when I arrived the car park was packed and glancing ;through the window I could see there was no social distancing whatsoever so I went to Le Clerc, which is more expensive but clearly more organised.  I waited 40 minutes to get in, found everything I needed, paid twice as much as I would have  paid in Lidl and went home.   We are only allowed out for one hour a day but this whole process took more than 2 hours.  There is still no cleaning of trolleys. 

This morning I went for my walk.  The same tractor passed me 4 times and did its best to force me into the ditch but it takes more than a tractor to keep an oldie down, or on her feet in this case.  A man was walking with his Norwegian sticks, head down, sweat pouring off him.  I don't think he was enjoying himself.  He had probably been thrown out of the house and told to do something useful.

I don't wish death on Trump but if someone could isolate him for a few months the world would be eternally grateful.

I am trying to teach my grandson to read, via skype, which is not easy especially as he has the attention span of, well a four year old.  

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