Business365 editor, Simon Richardson – like so many other people on the Island – is working from home. He’s been keeping a daily blog about the experience and reflecting on the strange times we find ourselves in as a result of the Coronavirus epidemic.
Well, the day has arrived – I’m getting my hair cut. I must admit though I’ve dithered over the past couple of weeks; I’m getting quite used to the ageing hippy look. It’s not unlike the young hippy look I once sported but now it’s whitey grey rather than browney black.
The clothes aren’t hugely different, partly because some of them date back to the first hippy phase. My better half is warming to the new/old look. She reckons I have never suited the corporate, short-haired, sharp suit thing. So, if she’s happy letting me swan around in shorts and baggy T shirt I’m happy to oblige.
That’s been one of the best things about working from home – wearing comfy clothes, though I have compromised by throwing on my best T shirts for the government coronavirus briefings. They can only really see your top half, so as long as you don’t stand up all’s well.
Elsewhere kids are preparing to return to school after months at home. Many will be champing at the bit to meet up with friends and get back into their old routines. Others will probably feel a sense of trepidation. We shouldn’t underestimate the effects this long shutdown can have on children. I know I’d be among those who dread returning and would like to stay home for good, but I think going to school is probably a more pleasurable experience now than when I was young. At Douglas High School for Boys as it was then known, you were always referred to by your surname and lived in fear of violence from some of the more sadistic teachers. If there was any trouble, and the culprits couldn’t be identified, they rounded up everybody who happened to be in the vicinity and meted out rough justice to all.
It’s also been a difficult time for parents. Those who have been working from home have had to combine the demands of their job with looking after young children – or home schooling older ones. It must be a huge relief for everybody involved in the teaching profession, and parents, that schools on the Isle of Man will be able to function normally, without the spectre of social distancing, PPE etc.
On a happier note I was able to watch a football match for the first time in ages last night. As a Man United fan it wasn’t particularly gratifying to see Man City thump Arsenal 3-0, but that’s life. I don’t have Sky any more, after a long and painful divorce about a year ago. However my friend Ralph, who lives near Oxford set me up on Zoom and placed his computer in front of his telly. It worked a treat! The empty stadium thing was a bit weird, but City are well used to that.
In a week or so we will have to suffer the misery of Liverpool winning the league title. It would have been nice if they had voided the season weeks ago, but – in all fairness (through gritted teeth) – you have to say they deserve it…… There, I’ve said it.
That took a lot out of me, so I’ll call it a day for now and have a quiet moment.