Sainsburys was not crowded and had everything on my list. I
was the only one with a Snood for protection, even the staff had no masks. You
know if I was a teacher, on the first day at school I’d ask all the fresh young
faces, “Why have you come?” I’m pretty sure the closest I’d get to an answer would
be, ‘mum sent me’ or ‘We gota come ain’t we.’ Thenceforth up to being a forty-year-old
supermarket floor manager thoughts wouldn’t stray far from, ‘Well they ain’t
said nofink about this’, or ‘they did say sumink but I forgot it and anyway they
ain’t around are they’. So if school is a primer for not thinking what hope is
there we can outwit a virus? Then the school picks on the befuddled Latin
teacher, Boris Cuthbert Johnson whose classes start with thirty and drift down
to seven after forty-five minutes, to make the important announcements. No,
without a grasp on your own intelligent, informed thoughts you’re doomed. You’ll
either think your super impermeability will provide immunity or be so overcome
with fear your immune system will be on its knees before you even catch a cold.
(fear and anxiety do impair your immune system) So when this is all over at
least teach our kids how to think! Failing that get them to watch at least an
hour of The Simpsons every day. Just watch Homer and learn. It was good advice
two thousand years ago and it’s good advice now.
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