One of my sons-in-law runs a carpet repair business. He has established rules which he hopes will allow him to continue to earn a living. For example, customers can make arrangements to leave their keys in a particular spot so that the repairers can enter and do the job while the occupants either leave home or ensconce themselves in another room.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the strata committee of the apartment building where I live in Sydney has just announced that renovations to two apartments cannot resume because zero contact between workers and residents in common areas can’t be guaranteed. Imagine the effect of this abundance of playing it safe across all apartment buildings – on electricians, plumbers, tradesmen generally, never mind the anguish of those living in apartments with half renovated kitchens and bathrooms.
Like delta, the madness spreads. From health bureaucrats, to politicians, to the media, to the police, to strata committees and, of course, to scolds on the streets. Hard to remember what it was like in the B.C. era. “Yes son, we didn’t wear masks then.”