Comparisons.

It seems that the days of sitting in the sunshine in a warm garden with a cold beer will have to be put on hold. The gloomy skies, the rain and the general chill which was the hallmark of February are back. And of course, we didn’t have lockdown sitting on our shoulders in February. Now we do, and the sense of restriction is becoming tedious.

But Mel keeps on reminding me of what it must have been like during the war, when nearly all the young men were being sent off to be shot at, blown apart or drowned at sea. When the cacophony of exploding bombs filled the night air in the bigger cities, and people cowered in expectation of the next bomb reducing their homes and their bodies to so much lifeless, or at least useless, rubble. And then there was the rationing. People ate a lot less then than people do now, and during the war they were only allowed an even more meagre diet of carefully controlled morsels. There was very little snacking on chocolate and cheese nibbles during WWII. And it lasted for nearly six years.

And yet people are now talking of the British bulldog spirit again. Well, maybe; but it isn’t quite the same thing, is it?