Added to this is this ridiculous proof of eighteen or over. Andy at our place:
How am I going to stay in touch with truth and suchlike when I’ve got to prove I’m over sixteen?
To which DAD replied:
The other day I bought a bottle of wine – a rarety for me, but I had a visitor.
I had to prove that I was over 16. I shall be 90 at the end of the year. The cashier was a young lass from my village whom I have known for at least 10 years. We both thought that it was humorous, but ‘Rules are Rules'.
Yes, well I have one coming up myself with the NHS, pre any treatment they deem necessary ... except I'm not complying ... therefore, I might just have no health service access at all thereafter ... and I do plan to do that ... just try to stay healthy.
Everything going on is iniquitous right now and no one is marching on n10 or Whitehall.
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