Stooo wrote:Rolluplostinspace wrote:Stooo wrote:Iteats wrote:Stooo wrote:I worked through it but it was odd. Work gave us all a letter to show that we were essential workers and it took a while for PPE to come through, I had a route in Taunton at the time and I remember a bloke yelling at me for not having any while I was working. I'd already had covid and couldn't be arsed to argue. The streets were very quiet and everyone was in so no 739's and I was overjoyed when the chippy on the corner of Salisbury St. re-opened, I was clucking for some proper chips
The silence was good, I had other things happening and was slightly less of a headless chicken.
I fucking hated the clapping.
When you're out and about in the open air what PPE would they expect you to be wearing?
Wearing gloves possibly but a mask would be pointless especially if your van is liveried as they'd know you're a postie.
As for the clapping, most of my neighbours supported the NHS by clapping then went straight back to the house parties they were enjoying.
We ended up getting masks, gloves and hand gel (which is great to wash your hands with after an open air piddle) and we still have them available after I brought the matter up with the powers that be and it's helping to cut down on regular sickness, one good thing about the pandemic is that (most) people have learned that wearing a mask stops you spreading airborne viruses and wearing nitrile gloves is good when you've got a leaky box of god knows what.
I was living on a mad busy main road at the time and the clapping in the eerie silence usually filled by arctics, tractors and double-decker buses really freaked me out, especially after spending the day in some dystopian Stepford universe. Trippy as fuck
Arctics as in natives from the Arctic?
No, big lorries.
I think you mean artics mate.