Ladies, of the night
We can somewhat agree
that England is opening up and the lockdown eases. In London over the last
weekend, on one of my long walks, at Camden was a bevy of raucous females
exhibiting everything but ladylike behaviour, outside the public house,
unsteady on their high heeled shoes, clothes hardly protecting their modesty,
screaming at the top of their lungs. It was scary.
Yet, it was a sign of
the return to a sort of normalcy you would have thought our year-long
sequestration might have ameliorated. How wrong I was. On Sunday, the Starbucks café
was busy, with people sat at tables sipping their coffee and working on their
laptops. That one of them ignored the sign on the table meant to allow for social
distancing was unnerving, but I got my café grande latte and stepped out to
have my drink.
Sitting about in
restaurants
When my friend
arrived to meet me just outside Vauxhall Railway Station, we walked up the
Albert Embankment promenade by the River Thames as far as the London Eye Ferris
wheel before we had to get a cab to the restaurant we planned to go to, where
we both had to register using QR Codes and were shown to a table we chose
distant from others for most of the time we were there. It was busy.
Back at home, to the
right across the road, a coffee shop had closed permanently. So, I was pleased
to see the Central American restaurant across the road to the left with its doors
open and probably patrons sitting inside having a meal. All this still comes
with caveats, the Indian variant strain is gaining prominence, the final easing
of the lockdown in June is looking at best tentative.
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