...the bureaucratic madness unleashed by the Drakeford 'reset' is fully on display.
'So I run this shop with my husband and Duncan [the shop assistant],' Jennifer explains. 'When I'm serving with my husband, it's fine, because we're in a bubble. But Duncan isn't. So when he's on, I have to stay here in the kitchen. And we've put a till at the end of the counter so he can stay down that end and I can stand up here.'
Presumably they think all this is insane? 'Oh no,' Duncan tells me. 'I back the First Minister.'
What can we do, when faced with this?
Wales is literally the land of my father. He was born and brought up in Bridgend – in a proud and brave and passionate nation. A nation that is slowly being suffocated. Partly by a virus. But also by the ego and narrow- mindedness of one man. People here may not be directly embracing Drakeford's vigilantism, or encouragement to inform on outsiders. But they are following his edict to be afraid.
'Welshmen will not yield', the song tells us. Reality tells us something rather different.
And we are the same in England, passively accepting the nonsense spewing from No 10.
...despite the Prime Minister's Churchillian words about 'defeating Covid', we're still no closer to beating the virus than we were at the start of the year. Doctors, scientists, politicians – none of them really has a clue how to balance saving life with living life. But as I drive back across Mark Drakeford's border into Free Shropshire, there's one thing I'm certain of. We will not turn the tide of coronavirus by turning upon ourselves.But we might, if we turn on the politicians that are driving it. Do we have any volcanoes in the UK?
