24 January 2021
Here beginneth new hope. Joe Biden’s got a lot to do but he started well by making his inauguration bipartisan, reversing some of his predecessor’s more stupid actions and appointing some good people. Let’s breathe lightly for a bit and see how things settle down.
Covid is still on the rampage but Boris Johnson actually said something sensible this week when he warned that tight restrictions could last well into the spring and it was too early to guess when they might be lifted. Gone is the “all over by Easter” bluster.
The injectors are moving closer and, being nearer 60 than 40 (it’s true!), we hope to get our first vaccination within the next couple of weeks.
The scientists at Friday’s government briefing provided some key answers. The first vaccination provides about 50% immunity 2-3 weeks after the jab; the second increases this to 70-95% depending on the vaccine. The second top-up dose should be given a couple of weeks after the first but they’re delaying this to about 12 weeks so as many people as possible are 50% protected.
People who have been vaccinated don’t get any more freedom because, even if they’ve had both jabs, they can still carry and spread the virus to others, as can those who have had it and are thought to be immune to reinfection for 3-4 months.
In the longer-term, Covid 19 is likely to be with us forever, rather like flu, and we’ll get an annual injection to reduce the likelihood of our being (re)infected seriously.
It’s a pleasure to hear experts giving information and actually answering questions; and that they know ‘data’ is plural. Incidentally, have you noticed how many times Johnson says “er” when he’s bumbling?
Another genius was fined £200 this week when he was stopped in Devizes, having driven the 100 miles from Luton for a Macdonalds takeaway, even though Devizes doesn’t have a Macdonalds. Even more brilliantly, he didn’t insure his car so it triggered police alarms every time it passed an ANPR camera and the police seized his car; he presumably had to walk home.
We hear that much of the UK is flooded and/or snow-covered but down here, we’ve had some rain and it’s been getting colder but Friday and yesterday saw sunshine and blue skies. There was a little snow last night and this morning the roads were covered in black ice and treacherous. Incidentally, has anybody seen any gritters yet? They haven’t done our bus route yet.
The floods are of course likely to add to the woes of businesses that are beginning to reap the Brexit harvest and are unable to import goods due to EU couriers’ refusal to cross the Channel because of the delays, tariffs, taxes, couriers’ surcharges and the extra paperwork now required by the UK, as well as the advance deposit of huge amounts of VAT to HMRC (HMRC has estimated that British companies will have to complete an extra 215m documents a year, with their counterparts in the EU having to do the same. Private imports and exports are also subject to surcharges of up to 50% and the UK Department for International Trade is advising businesses to set up new companies in the EU. You couldn’t make it up.
The Department for the Environment, Food and Rural Affairs now has £23m to compensate fisheries exporting fish to the EU if they can show they suffered “genuine loss” (by filling in yet more forms).
Not quite the deal revealed on Christmas Eve when Johnson also said “there will be no non-tariff barriers to trade” with the EU; and, of course, the NHS is still waiting for his original promise of an extra £350m a week. How proud we all are to have broken free from EU bureaucracy.
The French and UK governments are also putting money into Eurostar to make sure it survives the pandemic as passenger numbers have fallen by 95%. France still owns 55% of Eurostar and Belgium still owns 5% but the British government flogged off its 40% to private pension funds in 2015. I’m glad my pension isn’t with one of them.
I’ve a 10p bet with a friend that Johnson won’t see the year out as prime minister (and he’s bet the same amount that Kier Starmer won’t as Labour leader). I was therefore relieved by Theresa May’s support in her Daily Mail article this week which was very critical of Johnson, saying that his threat to break international law and his backing out of the foreign aid target had not “raised our credibility in the eyes of the world”.
Back at the ranch, I discovered a new meaning of 24/7 last week.
On Sunday evening, my wife’s chairlift crawled up four stairs before it stopped, saying its battery was low. Luckily it came down again so she was back at ground level instead of suspended half way up, but it refused to up again. I suggested she spend the night strapped in it while I got a good night’s sleep but she declined the offer so I rang the firm that last serviced it and had left a sticker on it saying “24/7 service” (Hanover Lifts if you’re interested). The précis of an only slightly longer conversation was “You won’t get anybody out tonight”.
Rather than debate the definition of 24/7, I rang our wonderful neighbours who came over and together we lifted my wife backwards up the stairs and onto a chair from which I could then get her changed and into bed*. (The next day, she rejected my offer to bump her downstairs so I rang Hanover again and she had to stay in bed till 2 pm when an engineer replaced a battery and she could get downstairs again.)
Aren’t people kind? Three local families have offered to help us with things like this and we feel able to call on any of them, a comfort beyond words. The world needs need more people like them.
* I should explain that I couldn’t lift my wife on my own not because she’s too heavy but because I’m just feak and weeble.