Of the Lokasenna

Other dreams, less worrying. My favourite old red dress turned green while a friend and I travelled close to the realms of faery; a wood, where you could forage for mushrooms, a block of housing for sale or adaption near it. A way in, a way round, a way out. I have stopped calling out in my sleep.

I'm neither more nor less worried than I was during the nightmares.

Results of my full sequence MTDNA: Yup, T2e1 with added mutations. The question about sephardic ancestry remains live but I will work this out when/if I get more information. As far as I understand, we have three of the six mutations associated with this signature in the New World, but I don't know how relevant that is; let's face it, everybody's got a bit of everything really. Still it is interesting. Mum sent me some stuff on our family and Hernan Cortes, which might make sense in connection with these communities in Mexico, but I just don't have enough material as yet. My brother is rather less questioning, and will probably be dining out on being 'distantly related to the last tzar,' until someone pays him in bottles of vodka never to speak of it again.

Yes, I spoke to him, during the time of my Aunt's death. It's all very jolly and always will be... Until it isn't. Still, knowledge of family history shouldn't end with me.

Meanwhile, the Lokasenna: I've been thinking about this moment in Norse mythology, the point at which Loki turns up to a god party and flytes the lot of them. Furiously they bind him up and on it all rattles towards big bad end day.

Thing is, Loki really is just spoiling for a fight. But...the gods do have their bullshit and he smacks them in the chops with it. And right now, I have realised that the real reason I shouldn't go anywhere near politics or indeed people is because I feel that Loki urge to walk in and start Ragnarok.

Today I have had to force myself not to answer a well meaning friend's facebook post worrying about Boris Johnson's health and recommending that he drink apple cider vinegar with honey to neutralise the coronavirus. She doesn't even like him, she says, but she's concerned. Well, she needn't be. Notwithstanding the Covid-19 destroying powers of apple cider vinegar, as he's had five days of semi-demi-not-quite-quarantine and has emerged resembling a sweltering baked ham as much as he ever did, I don't think he'll be needing her remedy any time soon. Then there's the Tory friend who wanted me to just 'back Boris and the NHS.' I pointed out that he was one of the MPs who cheered on voting down the resolution to give nurses a payrise in 2017. She had nothing to say to that, they never damn well do. As to excuses about the ventilator farce, the not-testing farce, the lack of protective gear farce, the statistics farce and every other piece of nonsense flying around this government's approach to the pandemic, I honestly begin to think that there are worse options than walking into an Aesir party and snarling 'F*ck this shit!'

Unlike many conspiracy-lovers, I am sure the government is not really up for culling the over 60s to build their dream Singapore-on-Thames on the basis of Logan's Run, not least because they don't want to lose their voter base, even for lower pension pay-outs.
No, I don't think they have a clue, that's the bottom line. The farces aren't deliberate, but the lies to conceal the farces are. It's one thing to promise the sunlit uplands, quite another to run a nation. Boris was never about the real, that's the tragicomedy of it. These days, whatever the weather, he always appears to be sweating.

Credit where credit is due, however, I do like this move on the govt's part re paying 80% of employee's wages. It's marvellous socialism of course, but that's a discussion for another day. In the meantime, there are so many who want to keep these things apolitical and terribly sentimental, because if there is one thing more unpleasant than facing this disease, it's looking at how they voted to incapacitate the suddenly canonised NHS.

But that's the thing about the Lokasenna. Sometimes you take the fight to them, not because you hope to win (in fact, you know you'll lose) but just because you have to. Nature of the beast and all that.