Self-Isolate
I’m a prisoner in my own home
The other day I went for breakfast with my friend Pam, and I had to give my name and phone number to the cafe. I’ve been contacted Public Health England under track and trace, and told I have to stay in the garret for 14 days from last Saturday.
Luckily I have plenty of canned goods and medication. There is a £100 fine if I go out, terrible.
This really is the last straw.
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jack collier
jackcollie7@talktalk.net
a locked door
Random Jottings ~ Track and Trace
we shall meet in a secret place where social distancing isn’t known
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in-car satellite navigation isn’t private
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the Police are being taught how to say;
‘Papers Please…..’ in a menacing voice
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who controls the past controls the future
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as far as his recent lovers went, his lips were sealed
ever since he used a pritt stick instead of lip-balm
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‘sorry babes-o, can’t meet for lunch, I’m having my microchip fitted’
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these days, when you book a call girl there’s a hell of a lot of paperwork
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we all leave tracks in the sand
we just never expected that the government would follow them
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
she had no objection to telling them who she’d slept with
but she couldn’t remember all their names
JackCollier7 
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