(with apologies to Charles Dickens)
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way—in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison
Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities
Korban rises in time to catch the sun glistening across the water. Just another day in paradise he thinks to himself. It was not that longer that you had to have a good reason to leave home. Hooking up the boat to enjoy the quiet still waters, throwing in the line with his mate Fink was just a dream. Not today, the weather had come out to welcome the reality of the new normal. Korban had been listening and believed that he would get through to the other side, not that he could see what that looked like, but it had to be better. Fink though was sceptical and impatient not believing that it really existed and resenting the restrictions that had been imposed. The fish were biting and so none of that mattered anymore!
It was the simple pleasures that Korban had missed most. A coffee with friends, and tonight he had managed to book his favourite restaurant, the limited numbers had made it difficult, but it was better than the takeaway and home delivery that it had endured for months. The tables were wide apart, and Korban had to sign his family into the limited two-hour seating. The numbers had taken a while to reach the fourteen-day average, the food had arrived, and it smelt and tasted just like the distant memory so none of that mattered anymore!
Dragan rises in time to catch the sun glistening across the water from his apartment balcony. Wishing for day in paradise. He can only leave home for. He looks at the boats to gently rocking the quiet still waters, throwing a line in with his mate Korban is just a dream. The weather has come out to welcome the reality of the new normal and he wants to make the most of one of four acceptable reasons to leave home, his hour of exercise. Today the kids are able to play in the playgrounds for the first time in months. He walks with Sandi his “bubble mate” along what has become their regular path. With the arrival of spring they have been welcomed by the rabbit munching the quickly growing grass, the ducklings scampering after their parents across the tidal mud flats and the egret dunking its beak regularly to get a feed. It was the simple pleasures that Dragan appreciated most; he had become accustomed to the mask it was a small thing to play a part.
In a park on the other side of town the scenes were different. What had become known as the coalition of the unbelievable had gathered again. It was a combination of non-believers, strong believers, and indifferent believers. They wanted to move away from the “new normal” back to the “old normal” when we were all “free”. Dragan could not understand how you could do this without defeating the enemy that he could not see. Not that the coalition believed that the enemy was invisible, it was a conspiracy by the government and the scientists that was the enemy of liberty. Dragan had different beliefs, he had been watching the numbers he believed in them and that he would get through to the other side, not that he could see what that looked like, but it had to be better.
Dragan had to put aside his takeaway effort to support the local Fish and Chip shop that had opened for the first time in months and the enjoyment drained away from his body when the background TV grabbed his attention “we should ask ourselves the question why are we using so much of our time and so many of our resources to keep supporting the lives of people who are elderly and have lived their lives” followed by “is it fair to place such a financial burden on the young people of today for all of their lives to keep alive those who have lived full lives alive for a little longer” and this from a learned academic! The darkness wrapped around Dragan and he thought of the mother he had not seen for months, have we really come to this he asked himself. Sandi had felt the criticisms of those who should have been on the same side, but the mantra that “ we have worked so hard for so long to not hold the course when we are so close and waste all the hard work by so many” provided some comfort. Dragan had to believe the numbers, he had to believe he would get through to the other side, not that he could see what that looked like, but it had to be better than this. The evening lights glimmered.
We all want to get to the “new normal” and it will be better.
COVID Safe principles will always apply
Wear a mask or face covering
Don’t go to work if you feel sick or unwell
Physical distancing (1.5 metres)
Cough and sneeze into tissue or elbow
Good hand hygiene
You must have a COVID Safe plan before you can get to the “new normal.”
LivMate can help you to get to the “new normal.”
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