No pub for me
Just as my son was, and I hope many of you were, tucking into a nice cold pint in the cold outside your favourite boozer, here in Bermuda we were entering a shelter in place order meaning we cannot leave our homes unless it is for essential services such as grocery stores, pharmacies, doctors, covid testing and vaccines.
We can exercise for an hour only within 1km of our homes, but only in two’s. Never understood that, when you can all sit in the kitchen indoors.
Other than that it is a full on curfew for a week initially as the government imposes this circle breaker to try to affect the hundreds of positive tests on the island, almost entirely caused by local transmission and to try to arrest rising hospital numbers.
These numbers in ICU will I am sure keep rising on a curve catching up with the almost 859 active cases, which will put untold strain on our one hospital. That active case number was less than ten a month ago.
It’s hard to feel sorry for me I know because we’ve been lucky to live a normal ‘Covid adjusted’ life here on the rock since the middle of last summer, save for certain restrictions and curfews. That’s until now.
The Premier is insistent that the island’s airport remains open this time and he also bangs the come to Bermuda tourism drum. We’ll see how that works out. The island also has the world’s best sailors here waiting to compete in the SailGP race. Not sure how you do that in your kitchen.
It won’t beat a proper pint, but I did manage to get my wine order in this morning. It should last the week….