March 18th, 2020

Down The Pub



I don't suppose we'll be doing much of this in the weeks ahead.

The lad behind the bar said, "Of course we'll be staying open. We're an independent."

At the moment they have that choice. They haven't been told to shut up shop. But I expect they will be. The current advice- that punters should stay away from pubs and clubs- is neither one thing nor the other. What are licensees expected to do- Stay open but discourage customers from entering? Put a notice over the door saying, "Enter at your own risk"?

I'm not going to shout at the government. I'm no lover of government in any shape or form- but right now we're all improvising.

Another thing I've told myself I won't do (but I may slip) is speculate about the causes or outcome of the epidemic. I have opinions- but they're only opinions and worth no more than anyone else's. I don't have expertise or inside information. For the present time we have a new reality to deal with and we need to make the best of it.

The chancellor was making encouraging noises last night about giving financial help to businesses. A lot of them- small ones in particular- are going to need it.

Not Yet In Lockdown

We were in Lewes yesterday. The town seemed as busy as usual. We joined a short queue at the baker's shop.

The pub we had lunch in (see last post) was almost empty. There was a regular at the bar- an old guy with a walking frame who looks like the painter Augustus John (right down to the beret): I suspect he'll be lost if the place has to close.

(A lot of old folk more or less live in pubs. Close the pubs, make the oldsters isolate themselves: that in itself is going to cause deaths.)

The farm shop where we buy our vegetables was busy- and serving meals.

We had reason to drop by the village hall this morning and there was a yoga class in full swing.



Augustus John.