Before the Virus

Before the virus you would come
To see us after school.
You’d have your tea with grandpa,
Go  swimming  in the pool,
The river where you’d feed the ducks,
The park with swings and slides
And when the fair came to our town
You’d go on all the rides.
Sometimes you’d stay with us all night
“Sleep-over” that’s the name
You didn’t have a lot of sleep
(Your granddad says the same!)
We used to do so many things
I’m sure we’ll start anew
Once this lockdown’s lifted
Who knows what Gran can do?

The End.





NOT LIKE THIS!
If/when I come to the end of my life I want to be at home.
This poem illustrates my thoughts on the subject.   
B.C. - before Covid I wouldn't have minded 
now I definitely want a "home death" 
like  some want a "home birth".


Last Wish

I want to die in the discomfort of my own home.
Not in a hospital bed,
Surrounded by white-gowned Angels, 
Looking like Ku Klux Klan members. 
I’d rather die at home,
In pain but in a familiar place,
With my own germs and house dust mites
(And no doubt a plentiful supply of Corona virus)
In muddle and mess but mine own!
With  people I know around me,
Not anonymous figures in PPE and plastic aprons.
However kindly, however compassionate,
I’m told in extremis they may even  hold your hand
With carefully sanitised and gloved fingers.
Meanwhile your loved ones can only 
Snatch a glimpse  through a window.
Will this last - selfish - wish of mine be granted?
I doubt it.

LIKE THIS !

More Comments on Covid

Covid19 virus

In 2019 I entered this piece for the Lady Denman Cup, a writing competition organised each year by the WI. The theme was “Amazing Discoveries” and could be about real or imagined scientific advances. Just in case you wondered mine wasn’t one of the winners!

Tracey’s Tracer

The work of Professor Tracey Wildgoose is without doubt the best-known discovery of the twenty-second century.  It all began in Disneyland when her young nephew went missing. He was found after a lengthy search, safe and sound and re-united with his frantic parents. 

This incident sparked Tracey’s interest in the way some groups or couples have an almost telepathic sense of where their other half is and what they are doing; identical twins are often quoted as examples of this, so are pairs of lovers or mothers and their babies.

Tracey specialised in social psychology and communications. By the time she chose a PhD subject she had added neurology, information technology and electronics to her portfolio. She was determined to find a way of linking not just those with a special telepathic aptitude but everyone. She set up a major experiment involving thousands of volunteers, which was widely publicised and supported by the WI.  It was difficult and complicated work and of course there were some failures. But after many trials on volunteer groups Tracey’s Tracer, as it was called, became a reality.

For many years there had been electronic tags to keep track of criminals out on licence. There had been pendants for elderly people to wear and activate when they needed assistance. These devices were good as far as they went, but the Tracey Wildgoose Tracer rendered them obsolete. The Tracer works by a small microchip inserted into someone’s brain and linked to a similar chip in someone else. Then the two individuals can share such detail as where they are, who they are with and even what they are thinking. Some families have all their members “chipped in”.

It took some time before this device was widely adopted and even now some people refuse it, just as some refuse to use computers or mobile phones. But by and large the Tracer has gone from strength to strength. There is even a movement to have every baby fitted with a Tracer at birth. This hasn’t happened yet but many feel it is only a matter of time.

A question often put is “Can a Tracer be removed or modified?” The answer is Yes. Teenage children wouldn’t want their parents to know too much about what they were getting up to and not many people would want to keep a contact geared to an ex-partner. So the Tracer can be adapted to a change in location or lifestyle.

Tracey Wildgoose has often been lauded as a “Renaissance woman”, a female Leonardo da Vinci for her work. But perhaps Isaac Newton would make a better comparison as his iconic work is said to have been incited by the single small incident of an apple falling from a tree.

Covid 19 Virus

Now, would you believe it, the government are proposing to put a trace (see Harry Potter books) on us all, by using of our mobile phones. Apparently phones can let you – or Big Brother Government or even Good Sister NHS know where they are, even when they are switched off. Then it will be possible to check whom you have been in contact with and if they are carriers of the Covid virus. 

It isn’t too difficult to check where some phone is (the phone, as opposed to the owner.) Remember though phones can get lost, loaned or stolen. Their IT systems can be hacked and all sorts of other nasty things can happen.

Another consideration: how far away is “near” ? Someone walking past you at a fraction less than the “social distance”?  Someone walking past your house while you are sitting looking out of the window?

How can you, or rather the authorities, know that the person you were in close contact with is a covid carrier? Will we get list of contacts and be required to check that they are virus-free? Perhaps we will get a message saying “you have been on contact with a possible covid source and must isolate” and not even get to know who the carrier is.

Sounds crazy but all too likely in the present situation. Where people struggle to get tested for corona-virus,  but can leave the testing centre and catch the virus from the next person they meet or the next object they touch.

I had been thinking of getting a new mobile phone with the usual extras – camera, radio, films, video etc. but on second thoughts I won’t bother and I think I might chuck my present phone into the river.

It just goes to show how something written as fiction can come dangerously close to reality.  I should be careful what I write. I’ll steer clear of stories of alien invasions or machines taking over the world – they just might come true!

Thoughts in Lockdown

I want to take advantage of the present very strange situation where we are shut off from so much – any group of people larger than two is forbidden unless you live in the same house when, I suppose, even if you are a family of mum and dad plus ten children you are permitted to go out for a walk together – as long as you keep 6 feet away from anyone else.

All very very odd.

LOCKED DOWN

From what I can find out:
The Corona virus – CoVid19 – is invisible to the naked eye virtually undetectable and transmitted by contact with other people or surfaces or other objects. So not only can you be infected by someone sneezing or coughing on you, just
touching something – a door handle or a sheet of paper they have handled can cause you to become infected.

CORONA VIRUS 19

Anyone and everyone can become infected by this invisible virus. Some people will not even know they have it – they will have no symptoms at all – but and this is the important bit – they can still pass the the infection on to others. Most people will get a fairly mild infection – they’ll feel a bit off colour but not enough for most people to even mention; some will feel worse and may have to take time off work; some may need to go to hospital of these some will become seriously ill and a few – a very few as a percentage – will die. (We’ll all die eventually.)

KEEP SAFE ,KEEP QUIET

Oddly enough there may even be some good things coming out of all this. The local roads – and I imagine even the motorways and trunk roads are beautifully empty. Riding a trike round the local lanes is a delight. Wouldn’t it be great if when all this is over we started a Corona Virus commemoration day, say once a month, when motorised traffic was banned – apart from the emergency services. I can’t think of a better way of remembering those who died in the Corona virus outbreak and honouring the medical staff who treated them. Only a dream – alas.

TRAFFIC-FREE ROADS !

Same every Day

I know most of this is trivial. But this is what it feels like cut off from the minor things that make life enjoyable.

CORONA VIRUS

Every day is now the same
Once it wasn’t so.
Every day was different
With places I would go:
On Monday if it wasn’t wet
I’d catch the bus to town
I’d wander round the larger shops
And have a nice sit-down
In park or square or café
A cup of tea and then
I’d  take out my bus pass
To go back home again.

MY DAILY PLANNER


On Tuesday I would meet my friends,
A group who come on bikes.
We’ve got our favourite cafe
That everybody likes.
Wednesday’s coffee morning
Meets in the chapel hall.
I find out all the latest news
Of people great and small.
Thursday is our market day
And if the weather’s fine
I’ll go round all the market stalls
Down Main Street in a line.


We’ve a book group in the library
There’s poetry, scrabble too.
I’ve never till this Lockdown
Been stuck for things to do.
We’re told we’re not to venture out
Unless we walk alone
The only things that save me
Are my i-pad and my phone!

EMAIL & I-PAD

Locked Down Poems

Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote:

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Locked Down Poems

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Covid19 Version

How can I love thee? When I have to stay
Two metres – social distance – well away
I’ll love you from across the garden, road or street
Convey my love by email, text  or tweet.
Make use of Facebook posts and Skype as well
Without these lifelines, locked down life is Hell.

ENZO

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The grandson I haven’t met …yet.
But I feel I know him.
My latest loveliest grandson.
Seen on screen in pictures,
videos, sound and movement
talking to him, listening to him
I feel I can reach out to touch him.
His smiles shrink the miles between us.
The wiles of technology bring us together
Across time and space.
Images of him before he was born,
Then as a new-born
Pink and warm beside his smiling mother
and proud happy father.

They take him out into the sunshine
colours and sounds bright green of tropical leaves
golden sands, colourful dresses, carnival
people around him, talking, smiling, cuddling, cooing
passing him round the cousins, aunts, friends
basking in love and admiration.

And now he is to be welcomed into the  church
Become part of the Christian community.
Baptised with water and the spirit of Christ.

With love to Enzo, meu Neto
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Delivery

Delivery

If you read eighteenth or nineteenth century novels you might notice the references to postal deliveries. Now we are so used to electronic communication that the simple idea of writing a letter, using pen and ink and sealing it – with sealing wax -anyone under forty know what sealing wax is, let alone what it is used for?

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But back in those golden days when people still wrote letters to each other – or “corresponded” as Jane Austen would put it, there were several postal deliveries each day. Now we are lucky to get one and that at a seemingly random time. But I shouldn’t grumble. I’ve got electronic communication in all its varied manifestations, email, twitter (for twits), Facebook , whatsapp, instagram and umpteen others that I don’t use and don’t want to. We’ve even got the good old fashioned telephone, the sort that sits on a table in the hall and you actually dial the number you want, rather than just inputting it via a keypad.

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Yes, like about 99% of the populace I have a mobile phone. Not a “smart” phone, just a dumb gadget that I can use to send and receive phone calls and send and receive text messages. And that’s all I want from a phone. I don’t use it to tell the time – I’ve got a watch; I don’t use it to surf the internet – I’ve got a desk top computer, I don’t use it to take photos – I’ve got a camera for that. I’m a firm believer in one gadget – one function. It’s bad enough that we now get our electricity from the gas board and that an “address” means more often than not some weird string of letters ending “.co.uk “

Oh for the days of Postman Pat with his black and white cat!

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Shimmering Dress

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It quivers and shimmers
It glimmers and shines
That dress on the model
Oh would it were mine!

I know I’d look slimmer
It would make me much trimmer
I’d feel like a winner
I’d look quite divine.

The colours are gorgeous
Shimmering blue
Shading to turquoise
I adore it, don’t you?

The dress of my dreams
That’s how it will stay
I’ve see the price ticket
That’s half a year’s pay!

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