After my last post (which, to be fair could have been … but obviously isn’t anymore), I have had a few months away from the blog and have achieved different things in my spare time.
I have not put myself under any pressure to publish, and have instead enjoyed writing for work rather than for my site. The time away has been useful in that I have refreshed the batteries, polished the bugle and, most importantly, returned with some renewed motivation.
There have been lots of things that were worthy of trumpeting about.
My eight year bloggerversary passed without comment (well that perhaps wasn’t worth writing about), Christmas came and went, 2020 rocked up and then I got another year older myself (you’ll be pleased to know I moaned about that elsewhere). Brexit happened, Boris is completely in charge, Harry hung up his royal boots, the AACI has closed down, there has been widespread flooding in the UK and terrible fires in Australia, Ozzy Osbourne has Parkinson’s, Tyson Fury pummelled Deontay Wilder, the world has one less python in it, and the spread of Coronavirus is decidedly worrying.
That is quite a lot of missed blogging opportunity!
On the subject of Covid-19, I have spent the last few weeks managing the snot factory and fighting off the annual cold; so have many of my work colleagues in fact. But let's be honest, it's not great being stuffed up with cold knowing that people around the world are dying from flu.
This time of year though is always the same, but whereas normally everyone just gets on with getting better, now there is a sense of nervousness. The office has sanitiser gel dotted around all over the place, HR has sent out “guidance” on hygiene, and every cough, sneeze and nose blow seems to make folk jittery. Contingency plans are being made.
In my lifetime, I can’t think of anything that has come close to this in terms of global government reactions. The lock downs, travel bans, hazmat suits, enforced isolations, the Geneva Motorshow cancellation …
It’s all been more dramatic than Aids or Ebola when, in theory at least, the personal risk to folk that pick it up is relatively low in comparison.
In my days of working at Masterlease in Birmingham, I used to sit on the disaster recovery team. It used to be chaired by a chap called Iain, who was a real doom and gloom merchant. His end of the world predictions used to annoy me and, in my defence, the outbreaks at the time, like Swine and Bird flu, all amounted to nothing in the UK.
But in the case of Coronavirus, the WHO declaring a global pandemic feels inevitable to me. The run into spring and summer is going to be weird. One thing is certain, 2020 is going to be an interesting year.
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I have not put myself under any pressure to publish, and have instead enjoyed writing for work rather than for my site. The time away has been useful in that I have refreshed the batteries, polished the bugle and, most importantly, returned with some renewed motivation.
There have been lots of things that were worthy of trumpeting about.
My eight year bloggerversary passed without comment (well that perhaps wasn’t worth writing about), Christmas came and went, 2020 rocked up and then I got another year older myself (you’ll be pleased to know I moaned about that elsewhere). Brexit happened, Boris is completely in charge, Harry hung up his royal boots, the AACI has closed down, there has been widespread flooding in the UK and terrible fires in Australia, Ozzy Osbourne has Parkinson’s, Tyson Fury pummelled Deontay Wilder, the world has one less python in it, and the spread of Coronavirus is decidedly worrying.
That is quite a lot of missed blogging opportunity!
On the subject of Covid-19, I have spent the last few weeks managing the snot factory and fighting off the annual cold; so have many of my work colleagues in fact. But let's be honest, it's not great being stuffed up with cold knowing that people around the world are dying from flu.
This time of year though is always the same, but whereas normally everyone just gets on with getting better, now there is a sense of nervousness. The office has sanitiser gel dotted around all over the place, HR has sent out “guidance” on hygiene, and every cough, sneeze and nose blow seems to make folk jittery. Contingency plans are being made.
In my lifetime, I can’t think of anything that has come close to this in terms of global government reactions. The lock downs, travel bans, hazmat suits, enforced isolations, the Geneva Motorshow cancellation …
It’s all been more dramatic than Aids or Ebola when, in theory at least, the personal risk to folk that pick it up is relatively low in comparison.
In my days of working at Masterlease in Birmingham, I used to sit on the disaster recovery team. It used to be chaired by a chap called Iain, who was a real doom and gloom merchant. His end of the world predictions used to annoy me and, in my defence, the outbreaks at the time, like Swine and Bird flu, all amounted to nothing in the UK.
But in the case of Coronavirus, the WHO declaring a global pandemic feels inevitable to me. The run into spring and summer is going to be weird. One thing is certain, 2020 is going to be an interesting year.
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