Tomorrow in Bournemouth and I believe up and down the country there are to be demonstrations taking place in opposition of the lockdown. Residents are being encouraged to gather in public places, take picnics, play music and generally enjoy freedom. As always it probably won’t be mainly residents participating but individuals who just like to rebel and have travelled in from other areas. I’ll have a stroll out and see if I can report back on anything.
Everybody who is anybody is on youtube cutting and dyeing their hair. A friend of mine showed a pile of cut hair on FaceBook the other day but no picture of the result. I caught a glimpse of it on zoom a couple of days later and it was looking pretty good. Scarlett Moffatt (no idea who she is) hit the headlines having cut her hair with kitchen scissors, didn’t look bad either. As you might remember, I trimmed my fringe with a small pair of curved nail scissors and I fully intend to have a go at the colour this weekend. I’ve been colouring mine on and off since I was thirteen so no big deal and the good thing about hair, it always grows out. Unless you’re bald of course. Hairdressers have often been overrated, I know they make us feel better but in times like this we have always managed.
The Oxford Dictionary of Family Names is going to be available online, free of charge until 21st May to help people in lockdown search for the origins of their family name. It’s being heralded as something exciting but I’m afraid I don’t get it. I looked up Blandford and found it’s been around for donkeys years and always in the south of England. Shows other spellings and not much else. I was much more excited when helping my mum sort through some papers a few years ago. We came across an old birth certificate of a Henry James Blandford, I think he was my grandfather and I had a grandson with the same name and we hadn’t even realised. My mum was going to throw it away but instead it went off to the current incumbent of that name.
Last night I watched Red Joan on Netflix. I had missed it when it was at the local cinema. Not as good as I had expected, rather superficial and romanticised but did keep me mildly entertained for a couple of hours. One phrase caught my attention, ‘after this is over, the next generation will have to reconstruct the world’. I think that our next generations will be responsible for that task, between global warming, plastic pollution and pandemics they won’t have much choice. I hope they are capable, somehow I think they will be.
I’ve been thinking about things and I’ve decided that it’s more than a little surprising that I’ve managed to write this blog for 53 days and I have also done it on time for all those days. I am well know for being able to put things off until tomorrow, definitely a mañana person and another thing that I’m not particularly proud of, I am quite often late. Not late, late but not the first person to arrive. I arrived at a committee meeting two minutes early once and everyone applauded, I thought it was very rude of them. What keeps me going here is that you guys keep on reading. And for that I salute you. Good night comrades.