From everyone in Australia

It was inevitable that the paradise that is Sweden would start to change. From a smattering of masks worn by the few, this afternoon we had a recommendation by the Stockholm regional infectious disease doctor (Maria Rotzén Östlund) to always wear a mask on public transport. Previously it had been only during peak hour. Also, they should be worn in supermarkets.

This follows the increasing discovery of the super spreadable British strain of the virus.

These measures are recommendations. There is still choice in Sweden.

Apart from that unwelcome news, Mirinda had mail today. It was posted in Australia on 15 December 2020 and arrived here on 23 February 2021. Alongside the date and time of postage, it also features the phrase “Stay safe & connected Australia.”

I’m not sure how ‘connected’ we can stay when the mail takes three months. As Mirinda remarked, it must have been like that in earlier times when a visit by the postman was a cause for celebration and deliveries were monthly. Or when the post was delivered by the weekly coach and you picked it up from…actually, I have no idea how mail was distributed before we had dedicated postal delivery people.

Given the majority of the population would have been illiterate I doubt they really took much advantage of the services on offer. Whatever, I’m confused.

Here I am, looking quite confused about how the virus could affect the mail and not concerned that the hairdresser hasn’t visited the village for a year.

But, back to the delayed post. It was a Christmas card. A rather odd Christmas card. ‘Odd’ because it’s not signed by anyone and is from ‘…all of us in Australia.’ Still, a lovely surprise given we don’t get a lot of mail other than the impersonal shopping specials junk and the local, unreadable, newspaper.

Being a Tuesday, I spent most of the day researching dead soldiers (Mirinda said I should find a happier hobby because every anecdote I have these days ends with “…then he died of his wounds“) and listening to Mirinda’s endless stream of on-line meetings.

Though, they proved to not be endless, as we sat down to a dinner of frittata featuring some delicious Hairy Pig chipolatas.

In the meanwhilst, and just in passing, and referring back to the great majority of the population, I spotted this nursery rhyme on Twitter.

While it dates from the 18th century, I think it quite accurately describes the modern world of liberal governments, greedy capitalists and general bastardy rampant at present.

The difference between the rich and poor is as wide as ever.

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