A social sextet,
multiplied by two metres:
twelve square metres
n.b. I think that you’ll find pub tables ain’t quite that big…not that anyone is counting, so “one metre plus” is fine as well. I checked with the BBC.
The scientific evidence for physical distancing is published in the British Medical Journal, but it suggests we are not far enough apart. Which makes sense when you realise you can smell someone exhaling strawberry fumes from an electronic smoking device from a car park and a half distant. (What is it about those things? Why not just suck a lolly pop?).
Does not mean without virus
Don’t think otherwise
n.b. Familiarity breeds contempt – sometimes phrased as “loosening inhibitions.” Consent for any form of physical contact is not just a courtesy.
A show of affection may be the kiss of death. No excuses. There may not be a second chance.
Smiles become tight lips
Breaths held, sentences halted
Nothing to hear here
n.b. At first I thought this phenomena may be an unsociable characteristic of city life, but realised it is a new courtesy amongst the unmasked, a show of respect for passing fellow pedestrians with white hair; not breathing out, postponing the moment of exhalation until some random old boy has safely passed by.
Off pavement into traffic
Safe from passing breath
Mid-July, with public houses now reopened
We chose to ignore the government behest
That we risk our health and that of those we love
In the company of strangers for the sake of the economy
And instead took our bottles and cigarettes
Bought from the corner shop for economy’s sake
To the kitchen table
Where we privately drank and smoked ourselves sick
While we slide to sleep
Others haunted by nightmares
Work on regardless
n.b. For my son, my brother, my niece and all the others working NHS night shifts, tonight and every night.
CLP 2nd May 2020