I'm watching the government advice closely, but I don't think they're motivated by the well-being of individuals and I don't think they're intellectually honest. We're not doing things *because* the government tells us they're safe, but there are things that are currently prohibited that would be within my risk tolerance if they were allowed, and I'm much more concerned about risk than legality. Fortunately K's instincts are closely aligned with mine; we have no significant intra-household disagreements on what is appropriate behaviour.
The closed-bubble deal isn't going to work for us, though I would totally do it if it did. But I have a boyfriend and K has a boyfriend and K has a father who lives elsewhere and K's boyfriend also has a father who lives elsewhere and we are already into uncontrollable multiple-household nightmare at that point. There's no way of drawing a boundary. OTOH, I trust the risk-responsibility of the individual households (not as far out as K's boyfriend's dad, about whom I have no reliable information, but out as far as K's boyfriend who presumably does...). We're currently doing occasional outdoors socially-distanced meetings with one chap each, and we met K's dad for a socially distanced lunch in the park on Friday, which I think was technically illegal then but wouldn't be now.
I'm not seeing my other chap at all, because that's a train ride to That London. I'm probably not going to see him this year, if the second wave pans out as I'm expecting.
Maskwise, I've recently started wearing cloth masks in shops and in queues, so once going on twice a week. I'm not wearing them in the street, partly because I think they get less effective after about fifteen minutes and I'd rather they were maximally effective in the damn shop. I think there's a strong social signalling component to this: I don't think it does much good individually, but it would be great if everyone did it. I'm tetchy about people running and biking on the pavements, which there is a lot of on our bit of Arbury Road; they tend not to do distancing, so I have to for them, and I bet two metres isn't far enough when people are breathing heavily with exertion.
I'm driving to Tesco, in a zipcar, about once a week. I never did this before lockdown; I did little shops to pick up supper on the way home from work most days. Now I'm doing household-weekly-shops, for us and for Jemima (who is 82 and shielding), and the bike isn't a runner. I feel less safe in the zipcar than I would in our own car, if we had one, but not enough so to be disinfecting it. (Driving in my own car would be well within my covid risk tolerance, if we had a car. Going to the allotment is well within my risk tolerance.)
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Date: 2020-06-01 01:45 pm (UTC)I'm watching the government advice closely, but I don't think they're motivated by the well-being of individuals and I don't think they're intellectually honest. We're not doing things *because* the government tells us they're safe, but there are things that are currently prohibited that would be within my risk tolerance if they were allowed, and I'm much more concerned about risk than legality. Fortunately K's instincts are closely aligned with mine; we have no significant intra-household disagreements on what is appropriate behaviour.
The closed-bubble deal isn't going to work for us, though I would totally do it if it did. But I have a boyfriend and K has a boyfriend and K has a father who lives elsewhere and K's boyfriend also has a father who lives elsewhere and we are already into uncontrollable multiple-household nightmare at that point. There's no way of drawing a boundary. OTOH, I trust the risk-responsibility of the individual households (not as far out as K's boyfriend's dad, about whom I have no reliable information, but out as far as K's boyfriend who presumably does...). We're currently doing occasional outdoors socially-distanced meetings with one chap each, and we met K's dad for a socially distanced lunch in the park on Friday, which I think was technically illegal then but wouldn't be now.
I'm not seeing my other chap at all, because that's a train ride to That London. I'm probably not going to see him this year, if the second wave pans out as I'm expecting.
Maskwise, I've recently started wearing cloth masks in shops and in queues, so once going on twice a week. I'm not wearing them in the street, partly because I think they get less effective after about fifteen minutes and I'd rather they were maximally effective in the damn shop. I think there's a strong social signalling component to this: I don't think it does much good individually, but it would be great if everyone did it. I'm tetchy about people running and biking on the pavements, which there is a lot of on our bit of Arbury Road; they tend not to do distancing, so I have to for them, and I bet two metres isn't far enough when people are breathing heavily with exertion.
I'm driving to Tesco, in a zipcar, about once a week. I never did this before lockdown; I did little shops to pick up supper on the way home from work most days. Now I'm doing household-weekly-shops, for us and for Jemima (who is 82 and shielding), and the bike isn't a runner. I feel less safe in the zipcar than I would in our own car, if we had one, but not enough so to be disinfecting it. (Driving in my own car would be well within my covid risk tolerance, if we had a car. Going to the allotment is well within my risk tolerance.)