Pods , Bubbles and Raindrops and a metaphor.
Rain did not stop play this weekend, but it did rain in Cornwall, this weekend. Our schedule had enough flexibility built into it to avoid a drenching. Thank goodness. We formed a government approved Bubble with my daughter and then socially distanced with some other familial bubbles.
If I know anything significant about bubbles it is that they pop in the rain. I would have felt safer if the government had used the word ‘pod’
Podding with someone feels robust and resilient. There is a protective element to the word.
Bubbling with someone seems frivolous and fanciful, flimsy.
A sensible mother would protect her child in a pod, we were only offered a bubble. People go into space in a pod not a bubble.
Without becoming over political this reflects the whole sorry state of Pandemic Precautions in England. Run by a government that chooses the flimsy alternative to the more robust one, every time.
We had a good weekend skitting about in our bubble avoiding rainshowers. Raindrops posed boastfully on flowers everywhere, calling attention to themselves and providing a visual metaphor for the virus that could at any moment pop our ‘ bubble’ of a slowly easing Lockdown.
Other flowers though had shrugged off the rain and were ready to get on with life as normal. A happy state that we humans are not quite at.
Hugo , being a dog flitted wilfully between bubbles and at other times posed in flower beds. Having completely misunderstood which restrictions have been relaxed.