We arrive home to find that Nottingham now has the highest rate of Covid-19 infections in the country. Although this appears to be entirely down to the approach taken by Nottingham University, which appears to thoroughly sensible to me. The University is using its own labs and its own money to test all 10,000 of its students every week and to get them to isolate if they’re positive.
Meanwhile our Great Leader announces that the country is to
be divided into three tiers of restrictions: medium, high, and very high. Which
is like when buying wine in a pub e.g. nobody wants to sell you a small.
The high tier is basically the no households mixing rule as in Northumbria the
other week. On Wednesday, Nottingham joins them.
The day before that happens I meet up with my friend in Derby for a last
night of freedom. We have a drink in the Alexandra, then more drinks and
food in the Brunswick. My friend has soup as he's been at the dentist but then follows
this with a bag of crisps.
L starts at David Lloyds having cancelled her council
membership and her online Pilates. She says her first swim there was beautiful
and she swam outdoors. Which was something she declined to do in Northumbria
L has a delivery of face shields at work, having
inadvertently ordered 10 packs of 10 rather than just 10. She’ll be accused of
hoarding, so I’ll have a pack for dog class.
The new NHS Covid-19 App is a bit rubbish really and keeps sending
out random exposure notifications that no one understands. So now they’ve
started sending out a second notification telling you to ignore the first
Having read through the new rules, which are naturally confusing, I believe I can dog train. I think. L is more worried about us bringing home fleas than Covid, so I impress on the Lad that there is to be no household mixing.
(Wednesday 14th October)