Roger W
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Is anyone cracking up under the enforced lockdown?
I think I might be starting to, but I'm not the only one...
I was talking to my old mate Sid on the phone last night, asking him how he was getting on stuck at home with this coronavirus.
?Not very well,? he replied. ?Not very well at all. In fact I was going absolutely crazy. No caving, no pubs ? I was going out of my mind. So I went caving. Well, sort of. Popped round to have a look at the old Odin Mine.?
?Isn?t that still supposed to be out of bounds?? I asked. ?Anyway, you aren?t supposed to travel for unessential reasons like caving.?
?I know!? said Sid. ?So I went at night. In the dark. Nobody about to see me. Parked up at the end of the road, climbed a fence or two, and found the old way in. It was pretty messy inside ? some stuff had fallen from the roof and the place was as muddy as hell ? though that?s not right, ?cos Hell isn?t muddy at all ? but I persevered, trying to make my way towards the Cartgate.
?But, as you know, there have been a few places in there where the floor has given way and holes have opened up into the lower workings. Well, I found one of ?em.?
?In your usual way, I suppose?? I said.
?That?s right,? said Sid. ?What I thought was a solid bit of floor suddenly gave way beneath my feet and I found myself sliding downwards in an avalanche of mud and bits of shale and rock, mixed in with a few bits of rotten old stemples. That mine goes down a really long way. And there are places where the old miners broke through into other stuff. Natural cave, you ask? I?m not so sure...
?I slid down and down and down, with my head in a whirl, until I found myself half-buried in bits of rock at the side of a large chamber with a bit of a sulphurous smell to it. As my head slowly cleared, I could see a whole load of little purple devils busy digging away with picks and shovels, enlarging the chamber. They were singing away to themselves...?
?Diggy Diggy Hole? I suggested.
?That?s the one,? he replied. ?Anyway, one of them shovelled me out of the pile of rubbish I was in, and then up came this big blue demon with a clipboard. ?What in Hell are you doing down here?? he asked. ?We?ve got enough work on enlarging this chamber without you filling it up again with all this stuff. Anyway, have you got a permit to be here? And you?ll need to go into 14-day quarantine.?
?Well,? said Sid, ?I was flabbergasted, I can tell you. ?What do you mean, quarantine?? I asked. ?And why are you enlarging the chamber anyway??
? ?It?s this wretched virus,? replied the demon. ?We?re all having to observe social distancing. And there?s a hell of a lot of people down here to be spaced six feet apart. Hence the need for extra space. And hence the need for the permit system. We can?t be having more people down here unless their visit is essential.?
?Well,? said Sid, ?I told him that my visit there was both unessential and unplanned, and that I?d be happy to get back to the land of the living as soon as possible. ?And by the way,? I said, ?just out of interest ? how do you get rid of all your spoil when you?re digging new cave like this??
? ?Ah,? he said. ?That can be a bit of a problem. We melt a lot of it down and get rid of it through volcanoes as lava. And we use some of it building boulder chokes to cause problems for you cavers. But actually, if you don?t mind, you can take some of it with you when you go.? And then he called out, ?Asmodelius! A job for you! Your friend?s back again!?
?And once again that vast dark shadow rose out of the gloom, and I found myself being violently propelled, along with a whole load of rocks and stones, back up the shaft I?d fallen down. Then there was a crash and a wallop and I found myself lying in the open air beside the old crushing circle, on a spoil heap that I?m sure hadn?t been there the last time I visited the place.?
?I see, Sid,? I replied. ?And how?s your state of mind now, after that little adventure??
?Fine, just fine!? he replied. ?As long as I don?t forget to take the tablets the doctors give me.?
I think I might be starting to, but I'm not the only one...
I was talking to my old mate Sid on the phone last night, asking him how he was getting on stuck at home with this coronavirus.
?Not very well,? he replied. ?Not very well at all. In fact I was going absolutely crazy. No caving, no pubs ? I was going out of my mind. So I went caving. Well, sort of. Popped round to have a look at the old Odin Mine.?
?Isn?t that still supposed to be out of bounds?? I asked. ?Anyway, you aren?t supposed to travel for unessential reasons like caving.?
?I know!? said Sid. ?So I went at night. In the dark. Nobody about to see me. Parked up at the end of the road, climbed a fence or two, and found the old way in. It was pretty messy inside ? some stuff had fallen from the roof and the place was as muddy as hell ? though that?s not right, ?cos Hell isn?t muddy at all ? but I persevered, trying to make my way towards the Cartgate.
?But, as you know, there have been a few places in there where the floor has given way and holes have opened up into the lower workings. Well, I found one of ?em.?
?In your usual way, I suppose?? I said.
?That?s right,? said Sid. ?What I thought was a solid bit of floor suddenly gave way beneath my feet and I found myself sliding downwards in an avalanche of mud and bits of shale and rock, mixed in with a few bits of rotten old stemples. That mine goes down a really long way. And there are places where the old miners broke through into other stuff. Natural cave, you ask? I?m not so sure...
?I slid down and down and down, with my head in a whirl, until I found myself half-buried in bits of rock at the side of a large chamber with a bit of a sulphurous smell to it. As my head slowly cleared, I could see a whole load of little purple devils busy digging away with picks and shovels, enlarging the chamber. They were singing away to themselves...?
?Diggy Diggy Hole? I suggested.
?That?s the one,? he replied. ?Anyway, one of them shovelled me out of the pile of rubbish I was in, and then up came this big blue demon with a clipboard. ?What in Hell are you doing down here?? he asked. ?We?ve got enough work on enlarging this chamber without you filling it up again with all this stuff. Anyway, have you got a permit to be here? And you?ll need to go into 14-day quarantine.?
?Well,? said Sid, ?I was flabbergasted, I can tell you. ?What do you mean, quarantine?? I asked. ?And why are you enlarging the chamber anyway??
? ?It?s this wretched virus,? replied the demon. ?We?re all having to observe social distancing. And there?s a hell of a lot of people down here to be spaced six feet apart. Hence the need for extra space. And hence the need for the permit system. We can?t be having more people down here unless their visit is essential.?
?Well,? said Sid, ?I told him that my visit there was both unessential and unplanned, and that I?d be happy to get back to the land of the living as soon as possible. ?And by the way,? I said, ?just out of interest ? how do you get rid of all your spoil when you?re digging new cave like this??
? ?Ah,? he said. ?That can be a bit of a problem. We melt a lot of it down and get rid of it through volcanoes as lava. And we use some of it building boulder chokes to cause problems for you cavers. But actually, if you don?t mind, you can take some of it with you when you go.? And then he called out, ?Asmodelius! A job for you! Your friend?s back again!?
?And once again that vast dark shadow rose out of the gloom, and I found myself being violently propelled, along with a whole load of rocks and stones, back up the shaft I?d fallen down. Then there was a crash and a wallop and I found myself lying in the open air beside the old crushing circle, on a spoil heap that I?m sure hadn?t been there the last time I visited the place.?
?I see, Sid,? I replied. ?And how?s your state of mind now, after that little adventure??
?Fine, just fine!? he replied. ?As long as I don?t forget to take the tablets the doctors give me.?