Living, coping and observing in the age of Covid #10

REMEMBER those bruising, knuckle-skinning, foot-tripping days of yore; every man and woman (and all in between)  for themselves; no holds barred as the doors slid open and the mass hurtled forward at the opening of the Boxing Day sales? Or the elbow-shoving, back-pushing skirmishes as  thousands upon thousands bowled each other over when the hooter blared for the  start of the London (or many another major city) Marathon? And not one of them likely at any time  to be within even distant sight of the elite front-runners. Then… Continue reading