Watching our 10-year-old son, Jack, walk through the school gate for the first time since the Covid-19 crisis began was a strange, almost surreal experience.
We all saw just how cold it got in the US last month. ‘Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey,’ as the old naval saying goes. And for a prison escapee in Kentucky, the thought of a warm prison cell was preferable to freedom in the icy weather outside.
I remember when people thought that seeing two adults, three dogs and a gas bottle all balanced on a moped was funny or a dumper truck reversing through the town with three workers hanging off the sides! What used to be funny stories are now an irritant.
So why do people do that? Why do they trash what they are leaving? Do they understand how it feels to those of us that are happy and content, or even those of us that have decided to tough it out?