I woke up this morning to hear a chap disputing that the moon landing 40 years ago happened – missed some of his arguments, but it seemed that he was arguing that the photos had to be fake because of radiation and no condensation. Or something. Gosh, don’t we all feel gullible now?
And then a health expert and a government spokesman were tying themselves in verbal knots regarding advice to pregnant women and flu (I really want to write ‘flu. but that seems just too pedantic; actually my fingers type ful, because that’s more naturally instinctive if you touch-type, but that’s another matter). First the expert said keep out of crowded places, then when pressed, backtracked completely. No, he didn’t advocate not going to work in a busy environment, nor not going to work on the Tube. Just wash your hands a lot. “So, the advice to pregnant women is the same as to anyone else?” “er, yes”.
Thing is, if they start saying don’t go to crowded places, then tourist spots and busy shops will suffer, and they’ll get wrong, as we say in Norfolk, for having panic-mongered.
Then I looked at my watch. It had stopped, several minutes before. Just about when the conspiracy-theorists had been talking about the faked moon landing. I checked that the little winder wasn’t pulled out, which it wasn’t, pulled it out, corrected the time and pushed it back, and it started again. Spooky.
After a couple of weeks off, we’re due to start bricklaying again tomorrow. “Sunshine and showers” said the weather forecast, unhelpfully. Right now, we’ve got the sunshine. Later, the Sage is going off to fetch china for the next sale in October, to be photographed before it’s put into storage.