The grass cutters have finally arrived. Always a great watch. Even the cows seem to be practicing a bit of social distancing.
“Dad did I hear that right we have a track and trace policy going now.”
Yes, after abandoning it in March (as it was deemed to be pointless by the Government) they have now decided it’s a good idea. They have apparently employed 25000 people to do the tracing. Unfortunately the software still doesn’t work.
“We don’t believe that number do we.”
No Son we don’t. It’s just lie after lie now.
“Apparently it’s cool to go on the beaches now. Maybe they have decided the virus doesn’t like sand and donkeys.”
Sniggering. Yes that might be the case. Since last weekend many of our beaches have been crammed full with tourists. Basically people started ignoring what the government was wittering on about. If it’s ok for the Governments Top Man then it’s ok for us. They have lost control. Now the so called PM is saying it’s official policy to get the beach towels out as so many were doing it anyway. ”
“The science has stopped being used.”
Yep Son it’s gone out of the window.
“So if someone goes onto a beach with the virus. Extremely likely given the numbers still with it. Then those trackers are supposed to find who is now at risk.”
That’s the plan. Basically the conversation will go something like this.
- So you have tested positive, we need to trace who you came into contact with?
- I went to the beach, used the toilet, rode on the donkeys, queued for chips and went into a shop to buy ice cream.
- Who did you come into contact with?
- Thousands of strangers. Best of luck tracing them….
“Well Dad at least the donkeys can be traced.”
Don’t forget the seagulls who pinched the chips.
“You know what Dad. Let’s give the beach a miss for 2020.”
Can’t really blame him….