thinking on life under the malady. It presses in. With no vaccine I can’t see the politicos saying lockdown was all for nothing, so the perspex screens and nervous distancing will stay. The Oxford team are 80% confident, should know by June but I don’t hear from them on the radio or tv, only the holding-to-account journos and the harried, hopeless and hapless ministers in charge. I’d like more science but even there it’s weather forecasting, nothing’s certain. We can’t know what would have happened, what the other turn might have led to. With no vaccine we either hide away or try to live cautiously, always keeping an eye on ward capacity. But I nod thanks that we’ve been allowed to wander out with our cabin crew, to follow the curve in the water. Riverman was moored here one winter not long back. I heard he’s back in town for the corona caesura. And from tomorrow I can head out to more distant backwaters, I’ll go a-searching.
