The staff at Richmond cheer strutting their stuff to “Funky Town” during Covid-19
Although I work in an “essential service,” I decided to use up some of my holidays at the beginning of lockdown because I knew there’d be nothing to do. The Zoo is closed, there are no tourists and we are 88% down on customers. But I went back to work this week. And there are still customers.
An infectious diseases specialist was working on his laptop in the waiting room while waiting for a train and told me that the hospitals were all ready for a second wave of infections with a ward full of prepared beds and plenty of spare ventilators in ICU. “ Keep washing your hands” he said. “And don’t touch your face.” We were interrupted then by another less respectable looking man who told us that the Covid-19 tracing app was compulsory, Big Brother was upon us and that we wouldn’t be able to use hospitals or get into Bunnings unless we had the app on our phones. He waved his fist and kept crying “Resist! Resist!” until the train fortuitously rolled in and took him away.
One of the Zoo volunteers dropped by to have a walk around the outside of the zoo. It’s closed tight and she said she was missing the animals terribly. According to the on-line Zoo keeper chat the animals, especially the monkeys and apes are also missing the entertainment of the visitors.
Those of my regulars who are still working were happy to see me. Probably my return is a sign of normality. I missed my Burmese hospital cleaners who apparently are now driving to work because it’s safer from infection, but my Vaccine makers from Sequirus labs were there in force. They hard at it making more flu vaccines. The uptake has been tremendous this year and the government has asked for an extra million and a half vaccines for our southern winter, which must be made before they can get their start on the regular flu vaccines they always make for the northern winter. If you are run down from having the flu it increases you chance of catching Covid-19. They don’t have any news on a Covid-19 vaccine.
Although the station was very quiet, the Park itself was like a high street. It was one of those golden autumn afternoons when there is just a tinge of chill in the air and a constant stream of people went past on foot or on bicycle, including the many happy golfers. Their club house was opened last week. One of my regulars stopped and told me how happy he was, all was back. He’d had to make do with a putting machine in his living room for the past 6 weeks and as he lived alone it had been very lonely.
I suspect this is also true of the man with out of control hair who is still using the train to carry all the timber for his new shed bunker/ and still likes to stop and tell me ALL the details of everything.
The person I most wished to speak to did not stop and talk. Why is a man in high vis, walking through my railway station with a such a huge hole torn in the back of his work pants that I can see half of his blue star spangled boxer shorts underneath? Alas I will never know.
