So little, so late


Yesterday, the Premier said Victorians can now travel beyond the 5km radius limit, a restriction that has been in place for about 3 months now. It felt a little liberating at first but pretty quickly, it started to feel like being fed crumbs by a regime that has locked us up for the better part of the last 4 months. It is they – the Premier and his people – who stuffed up, but we who continue to pay the price for their mistakes.

The grand final will be on this Saturday. It will however, be in Brisbane, at the Gabba, and it will be a night game. All firsts. It had always been at the MCG, arvo game, on the last Saturday of September. And you can watch it in a pub or with friends over a barbie. Not this year. This year, one watches a night game grand final, at home, alone. A game played up north in Queensland, the heartland of rugby league. It is they – the Premier and his people – who stuffed up and we who continue to pay the price for their mistakes.

Soon after the announcements yesterday arvo, a local restaurant put up a face book message to say they would be making arrangements to take bookings, in a couple of days. It felt a little liberating at first, but pretty quickly, it started to feel like being fed crumbs by a regime that has locked up businesses for the better part of the last 4 months. Cafes, restaurants, pubs, clubs – they’ve all been bleeding and suffering. Their owners, families, employees, suppliers and customers have had their lives turned upside down, and pushed off a cliff, into a downward spiral towards a hopeless stupor. It is they – the Premier and his people – who stuffed up but we who continue to pay the price for their mistakes.

Moral hazard much?

Weary and frustrated


A sense of weariness is starting to weigh me down. It has been 7 months since we were told to work from home, and some 13-14 weeks since we’re not allowed to venture more than 5km from our homes.

Over the weekend, Tress and I did the usual. We cleaned and shopped, which have been our break activities for what feels like the longest time. The warmer and sunnier days that show up a bit more now however, gave me a little lift. One of the things we cleaned was the barbeque, and we cooked a chunk of skate on it last night. That was nice.

As I was cooking the skate, a relo sent, via WhatsApp, some black and white pics. They were pics of a number of us when we were very young. I later told Tress those pics are about 5o years old. That was amazing.

Tress and I have been watching the Breaking Bad series in recent days. Desperate circumstances make people do desperate things. I wonder what many Melburnians would do, under our increasingly wearisome and frustrating circumstances.