Living during lockdown in Sydney meant we didn’t have to wear masks outside. That important freedom distinguishing us from Melbourne. That ended ten days or so ago. Can’t remember what date. Days merge into days these days.
I live in Gladys Berejiklian’s electorate. She’s obviously part of the overwhelmingly majority in her party; the new breed of green-left Liberals. Nevertheless, I still intended to vote for her. Sounding down to earth, looking homely and having an ill-advised affair endeared her to me. She lost me some time ago when she warned that when we stepped outside we should deal with other people as though they were infected. It’s hard to imagine how destructive that would be of civil society.
One side effect of the new mask mandate is that I can no longer spot ghouls (def: those morbidly interested in death) – my rather pointed description of people, particularly young people, wearing masks outside when they were not required to. Someone in England who I read referred to them in kinder terms as muppets. Anyway, I can no longer spot the muppets – who I partly blame for encouraging the despotism of state premiers, aided and abetted by the wind vane Scott Morrison.