Mobi in Corona-Land (Part 6)


I know it seems ghoulish, but our death box keeps a daily record of the numbers of people who have died in the UK from the virus. It all started when Lek wanted to know the daily and cumulative total to send to Song’s Grandma in Thailand. I have no idea why she wanted to know this, but she did, and Lek scribbled the numbers on the tissues box, and the following day she did the same and thereafter our chilling death box sprung to life (or death…)

The above pic was taken 2 days ago and at the time of writing, some 28,131 citizens in the UK have tragically died.

To put this in perspective, this number compares to 32,000 souls killed in the London blitz during the second world war, and who can say whether the final numbers of Coronavirus deaths won’t exceed the Blitz’s grizzly total. I would say it almost certainly will, as even though the number of infections is slowing, we are barely past the peak and the daily death toll is still rattling along at well over 500 per day.

As of 29th April, the U.S. death toll from the coronavirus stood at 58,671.

So in just two months, more Americans have died from Coronavirus than were killed in the Vietnam War (58,220), which lasted some 19 years!

When this virus first surfaced back in January, we were told that it will be relatively harmless for a great majority of the population and that most people will simply suffer from very mild symptoms for a few days. This same line was still being peddled by the government up to early in March when it suddenly dawned on them that we were in the midst of something so dangerous that we had not seen it’s like for 100 years. But even then, when our dear leaders knew the worst, they still failed to tell us poor, stupid citizens just how bad the situation was becoming.

If you mention the word Ebola, most of us would shy away in fear. Most of us believe that Ebola is one of the most dangerous and insidious diseases known to man.

Yet the person who first identified Ebola, Professor Peter Piot, director of the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, has recently stated:

“This is much, much worse than Ebola. Ebola requires very close contact for transmission. People are very scared of it, but frankly, it is usually very contained.  But because COVID-19 is a respiratory transmitted virus, that makes it so worrisome. It’s very infectious because there’s so much virus in your throat. So this is literally something you can catch by talking to somebody, which is not the case with other viruses.”

Covid 19 is worse than Ebola – there – you have it from the mouth of a scientist who knows what he is talking about.  Are you scared now? If you’re not, you should be.

However, as far as my dear wife is concerned, despite sending the UK daily death figures to her family in Thailand, I doubt whether she really appreciates the potential danger we are all in. She still goes out shopping 3 or 4 times a week, and when she returns home I have to remind her every time to wash her hands.

As for me, well I always knew that I was particularly at risk, given my age and comorbidities, but it wasn’t until last week when out of the blue, the NHS sent me a text, followed by a letter, confirming the worst. Somewhat belatedly they told me that my condition meant I was at risk of severe illness if I catch Coronavirus and that I should self-isolate at home until the end of June.

They told me I must remain 3 steps away from anyone else in the house, sleep separately, use a separate bathroom, eat separately, use separate cutlery, dishcloths, towels, and so on. Since then I have received texts from the NHS almost every day giving me advice on how to say fit, how to prevent myself from going crazy, and a whole load more of supposedly useful advice.

I want to tell them that we only have two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a small kitchen and a ‘compact’ living room. Most of the advice they have given me is totally impractical and I’m certainly not giving up my daily walks in the countryside with Olly. I hardly see a soul when I’m out, and I never go within 10 meters of anyone that does happen to cross my path. I can’t see the harm.

Deserted Oakham and the surrounding countryside

(can you see anyone?)

It is, nevertheless, a worrying situation, and Lek, in particular, is in a constant state of stress, worrying about what she will do if anything happens to me. I try to reassure her that there’s nothing to worry about, but the truth is that it will indeed present her with a lot of serious problems if I kick the bucket. Fingers crossed.

The main stress for me continues to be the homeschooling of my daughter, Song. She requires constant attention, due to her lack of English, and because she is unable to keep up with her daily lessons, we have to work the weekends as well.


The government’s rules continue to create ridiculous anomalies. We can buy plants and flowers from a supermarket, and not from a garden centre. This is resulting in millions of plants dying, that otherwise would find a safe home. Then there is the rule that we can buy DIY materials to fix a blown down fence in the garden, but we are not allowed to buy paint to put on a wall inside our homes.

At one point the cops were arresting people who had bought “non-essential items” from the supermarkets, but thankfully common sense has now prevailed.

As for Trump – well it’s becoming increasingly clear that the President of the United States is very much non-compos mentis . Surely anyone who advocates injecting patients with disinfectant to kill the virus, or inserting ultraviolet light under their skin, is suffering from a serious mental illness. His behaviour and pronouncements demonstrate an alarming level of mental instability, and one wonders not ‘if’ but ‘when’ he will be removed from office. Do you think anyone is planning the day?


The Wonders of Nature

Two weeks ago (see my last blog):


That’s about it for now folks!

Please take care.

One thought on “Mobi in Corona-Land (Part 6)”

  1. Hi Martin, I share your worries for my family if I should catch the virus but there’s nothing we can do but hope for the best. James changes school after this term so probably won’t get to his present school again. He has a place at the grammer school but I haven’t been able to visit or meet his teacher and have had no info from the school as yet


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