Dec 15, 2020: Leave You In Tiers

It’s a weird time at the moment.

I’m ridiculously apprehensive about the review of the current tier structure for the Covid-19 malarky. Not because I’m scared of the disease or because I’m desperate to either get to the pub or sport or whatever else everyone is desperate to do.

I’m just apprehensive because the review is tomorrow, it’s supposed to be announced the day after and if anything changes those changes kick in on Saturday.

And I just want to be able to know what the frick I’m doing going into next week, given that it’s just over a week until Christmas and there is shit to do.

If it was my decision, I’d just keep us in Tier 3 until after Christmas because it’s easier than farting about. And it’s less likely to create a mental pub stampede as people desperately try to get in as much drinking as is humanly possibly before their five-days of government sanctioned Christmas licking that everyone is allowed to do, but no-one should do and hello wave three at the start of 2021.

But anyway, it’s not. And everyone wants to go to the pub because… ugh, who knows. To have you entire life defined by whether or not you’re allowed to the pub is a baffling state of affairs to me. Because that’s all it really boils down to. Shops are still open and what-have-you. It’s just whether you can go and get ratted with your mates that’s the be all and end all. But hey ho.

And I’d like to stay where we are so I can plan stuff for next week, prepping things for Christmas so everything’s just easier this year than it normally is when I’m fighting for oven space and everything is going wrong and takes longer than it should and we end up eating so late in the day that it’s ridiculous.

But this year, I could get organised and it would be ace.

It’s not even that I don’t want to go back to work. I do. I really do. I just don’t want to this side of Christmas because that means every day is a will-it, won’t-it which makes it incredibly hard to do anything. And Christmas at work last year was awful, as I was the only one in and was in every day all day. I know this year will be different, but what post-Covid tends to be is people deciding at short notice that they’d like to come play, which is great. But it also means that to work you have to not be doing big things here.

It makes sense, to me at least, to just get everything out of the way and start afresh in January.

But then, I’m not desperate to go to the pub.