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The Singing Detective is in a world of pain and we are feeling his pain.

With what is happening, I am reminded of that classic book and movie “ The Singing Detective “ when  the central character is locked inside his own body, unable to move and is forced to retreat inside his mind to survive.

He feels like he is a prisoner because he is one. The Doctors pouring over his body and trying to work out the treatment because they know there is no cure.

We, the People, are helpless. We, like “ The Singing Detective “ , can only lie low and hope like hell the powers that be know what they are doing.

This too, shall pass springs to mind, but, until it does, we are in a world of pain.

In the meantime, we pray and, probably, for the first time in many people’s lives, really mean it.

We may believe that this is about a virus. We may FEAR this virus. We may dread what will happen in the next few months but I do not think we have seen anything yet.

China has been setting up the master chess play for decades. Quietly buying vital infrastructure in Australia and elsewhere- including its water and agricultural producing companies – Australia’s ports – leased for 99 years – and it has bought the State of Victoria for a who knows what payment to who knows who and for how knows how much.

As even the most naïve of people in the Northern hemisphere would know, Australia is the jewel in the crown of any greedy Nation.

After all, we have Uranium, Iron Ore, Coal, vast tracts of land capable of agricultural plunder. In short, Australia is a goldmine of wealth.

What are we achieving ?    The planes are still bringing in people who should have returned weeks ago.  They knew they were on count down.  Our borders should have closed and stayed closed to everyone. The mere fact that planes are landing bringing in hundreds of returning  residents ,  all over the  country is subjecting some people to risk.  

Whether it be the baggage handlers, the staff on the plane, the customs officials, then the Coach drivers taking them to the smart Hotel .   I feel for the Hotel staff, the owners may be making money out of this  venture but I wonder how the general populace  will feel about  staying in those rooms after all this is over.   I have a feeling that those Hotels will be given a very wide berth.     Hotel staff in particular will be hoping that they  stay safe from contamination.      I can imagine how the family of such workers must feel,  am I safe today , will I be   safe tomorrow.    

I have just spent a great afternoon! I cannot believe  how much fun I have had. All because Redhead’s TV blew up. Yes, I know that sounds terrible, I really do. But it meant that I could spend an hour or 3 breaking the boredom. 

And I started to think of Grandma Mazour. Janet Evanovich’s marvellous older lady who continues to amuse me and amaze me after so many years. 

"Grandma has a .45 long barrel that she keeps hidden from my mother. She got it from her friend Elsie, who picked it up at a yard sale. Probably it was in Grandma's purse. Grandma says it gives the bag some heft, in case she has to beat off a mugger. This might be true, but I think mostly Grandma likes pretending she is Clint Eastwood."

Well, I know that Grandma Mazour isn't Redhead, but this Wuflu stuff is bringing out the Grandma Mazour spirit in my Mum.  Her TV gave up the ghost today and she would have shot it had it not already died. In the middle of a virtual lockdown, how dare a TV die? Not that there is much to watch, but that is not the point. But Mum would have bloody shot it if she had a .45 for being such an inconsiderate piece of crap.

It had NO RIGHT to switch off when we are stuck at home - if Trump was our President he would not have allowed it. Well, OK, she didn't say that, I did. But you get my drift.

Well, the Wuhan Wog aka the Coffin Flu, seems to have hit the world with a sledgehammer.  It has only been a short time, but I am starting to lose track of what day of the week it is and my whole routine of daily life seems out of whack.

I am sitting here at three o clock in the morning and the possibility of sleep is a distant hope. The neighbours across the fence must be suffering from cabin fever or financial distress syndrome. Either way, the proverbial has hit the fan tonight. The last time I sent an article it was about little children. This time, it is about adult upon adult and it is not good. People, it seems, cannot cope very well with not being able to knock about with their mates. The stuff that is going to go down in this shut down is going to be very bad. It has already started.

A few weeks ago, a few months ago, we were all wandering about, getting our cars serviced, having a breakfast and coffee out, meeting with neighbours friends and family. Today, tonight. It is all over.

Life, as we know it, appears to be over. For now or will it be forever changed?