I did something pretty similar - Mrs No7 sent me to Waitrose, Sainsbury's and Aldi to get food (she did though make sure i bought toilet roll, even though we have 48 rolls in the house...it is just the two of us...) I bought 6 Chianti from Sainsburys, 3 'Rich Italian Red' from Waitrose, and 12 of my favourite Aimione Italian red from Aldi. Panic over.
Bit of positive news going in to the weekend... Teagan Esmae O Sullivan entered the world at 14.50 today...another little cousin for me spoil soon as. (Unfortunately she will most prob be a Hammers fan)
This is quite reassuring, from an older gent, in terms of what it’s actually like to have coronavirus. Regardless of the death threats from the weak minded. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/av/world...received-death-threats-for-having-coronavirus
Nearly...Mrs No7 doesn't drink (well rarely). I say there must be a reason that only one of us drinks.......
Thank you. We always go with trepidation, then come away with silly grins, when the news is good. I think the oncologist is puzzled as my wife’s illness, to date, has never followed the pattern that it is normally expected to follow. I may have mentioned this before, but he uses her as a test case for his doctors, to see if they would have followed the same course of treatment that he prescribed.
Thanks. Hopefully you will be correct, or I will be receiving a message or two from my Geordie mate in Spain.
Either way you have had the best news possible...football is just the icing on the cake and not the make or break.
Currently at maccas... (I forgot how much they chow after birth!?!?!?!??) I cant show you pictures for ovb reasons. But shes a good looking gal, good omens for today surely!!
You tell me about it Fran! Went to a super market yesterday went down an isle for wipes. The row opposite the wipes was totally empty. A row about 30/40 yards long!!! Unbelievable........Apparently people here believe the toilet rolls are all made in China. Except for the ones they find in the super markets??? The fact is Australia does not import toilet rolls at all never has done. They’re all made in Australia locally. Media doing its false bit again!!!!
Hello from the dark continent .... I’m “self-isolating” for the next 8 weeks by taking myself out into the wilds of Kwazulu-Natal in the beautiful country of South Africa where I shall be accompanied only by game rangers (who are out there all the time) and a few other volunteers (who I shall watch closely for coughs and sneezes). It’s fairly likely that I shall have only sporadic internet access and I’m back mid May when I hope to see our wonderful team fighting for a European place. it seems to be that I’ve made a good choice as there is currently no panic buying here (I travel up country tomorrow) and only 1 confirmed case (a man who arrived back from Italy and is now recovering) so I’m hoping it’ll all be over and done with when I come home! All the best folks - I’ll post when I can!
This is an excellent post from someone who, y’know, might know some things. I'm a doctor and an Infectious Diseases Specialist. I've been at this for more than 20 years seeing sick patients on a daily basis. I have worked in inner city hospitals and in the poorest slums of Africa. HIV-AIDS, Hepatitis,TB, SARS, Measles, Shingles, Whooping cough, Diphtheria...there is little I haven't been exposed to in my profession. And with notable exception of SARS, very little has left me feeling vulnerable, overwhelmed or downright scared. I am not scared of Covid-19. I am concerned about the implications of a novel infectious agent that has spread the world over and continues to find new footholds in different soil. I am rightly concerned for the welfare of those who are elderly, in frail health or disenfranchised who stand to suffer mostly, and disproportionately, at the hands of this new scourge. But I am not scared of Covid-19. What I am scared about is the loss of reason and wave of fear that has induced the masses of society into a spellbinding spiral of panic, stockpiling obscene quantities of anything that could fill a bomb shelter adequately in a post-apocalyptic world. I am scared of the N95 masks that are stolen from hospitals and urgent care clinics where they are actually needed for front line healthcare providers and instead are being donned in airports, malls, and coffee lounges, perpetuating even more fear and suspicion of others. I am scared that our hospitals will be overwhelmed with anyone who thinks they " probably don't have it but may as well get checked out no matter what because you just never know..." and those with heart failure, emphysema, pneumonia and strokes will pay the price for overfilled ER waiting rooms with only so many doctors and nurses to assess. I am scared that travel restrictions will become so far reaching that weddings will be canceled, graduations missed and family reunions will not materialize. And well, even that big party called the Olympic Games...that could be kyboshed too. Can you even imagine? I'm scared those same epidemic fears will limit trade, harm partnerships in multiple sectors, business and otherwise and ultimately culminate in a global recession. But mostly, I'm scared about what message we are telling our kids when faced with a threat. Instead of reason, rationality, openmindedness and altruism, we are telling them to panic, be fearful, suspicious, reactionary and self-interested. Covid-19 is nowhere near over. It will be coming to a city, a hospital, a friend, even a family member near you at some point. Expect it. Stop waiting to be surprised further. The fact is the virus itself will not likely do much harm when it arrives. But our own behaviors and "fight for yourself above all else" attitude could prove disastrous. I implore you all. Temper fear with reason, panic with patience and uncertainty with education. We have an opportunity to learn a great deal about health hygiene and limiting the spread of innumerable transmissible diseases in our society. Let's meet this challenge together in the best spirit of compassion for others, patience, and above all, an unfailing effort to seek truth, facts and knowledge as opposed to conjecture, speculation and catastrophizing. Facts not fear. Clean hands. Open hearts. Our children will thank us for it. #washurhands #geturflushot #respect #patiencenotpanic
Indeed, very clear and sensible. I read reports of people in Australia brawling in a supermarket in order to get to toilet rolls and hand wipes. As Beddy has inferred, the Australian media doesn't help a jot to calm that response. However, one must also look at that kind of panic in the face that Australia has just experienced 8 months of their Bush being in flames, so Aussies are possibly feeling a bit vulnerable at present. Perhaps we are living in an hysterical time period caused by some very tangible pressures [and imagined] placed upon us. To give a UK based example [because it's easier], one could cite Austerity, Brexit, Personal Health, Tory Government, NHS, and any of a host of other pressures outside our personal control. And then comes along Covid-19. Under this cloud you can possibly see how some people are unable to keep their thoughts to the rational. Hence ultimately, one fights over a toilet roll. In all the simulation drills testers do of airliners catching fire, people are told to calmly don oxygen masks and file out of any available exit - the rational response. That way saves the maximum number of people. But statistically, You, as an individual, will stand a better chance to survive if you climb over the seats, push people out of the way, and jump to the head of the queue, particularly if you started at the back. However, you make everyone else's survival chances greatly diminished - the irrational response. It's similar/same behaviour as people fighting over hand wipes. People have different points at which their rational thinking selves snap, from the immediate to the almost never. What's mine? I suppose it would be determined a lot by how far back in the queue I was and how intense the fire. I think I might even die being rational. So I don't think I'm ever going to fight over hand wipes or toilet rolls. I'd probably leave the fighters to their fisticuffs and find a copy of the Daily Mail to wipe my arse on.