What does the legacy of the conflict, Brexit and the coronavirus pandemic have in common when it comes to the British government’s attitude to the health and wellbeing of the people of Ireland? All are uniformly treated with callous disregard and are only weighed in terms of British social, economic and reputational interests.
LOCKDOWN life up until now has been a bit like chewing one of those lime Starbursts or orange Chewits with the wrapper welded to the surface like a sheet of woodchip glued to a layer of Artex; not great, but you push on like Prince Hamlet against the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, extract the most out of your lot and hope that things, as D:Ream were eager to accentuate back in the day, can only get, can only get, can only get better.
If the 1918 Spanish flu marked the beginning of the end of the British Empire (with help from Ireland's War for Independence), the coronavirus appears likely to mark the end of Britain as a major international player.
WERE you standing on your doorstep clapping last night? Do you have a rainbow in your window dedicated to the NHS and other `key workers’? Eight weeks after lockdown does it feel enough to you? It certainly doesn’t in our house where both those things have become an integral part of lockdown life.
The alarming impact of coronavirus on care homes has been a major issue during this pandemic and this has also placed a spotlight on the crucial role of those who look after the elderly and frail in our society.