April Fool’s Day is normally a big event in our house with no bigger fool than yours truly. The hatchlings have, for many years, delighted in humiliating their father in all manner of cruel and creative ways. And I fall for them. Every. Single. Time. Hannah is particularly good, given her natural acting flair and ability to turn and off the waterworks at the flick of a switch.
This year it didn’t really happen though and I’m not quite sure why. There just didn’t seem to be the same enthusiasm and I fear it may have been the same within many households. We have been battered for over a year now by a relentless pandemic which has formed the backdrop to a world that seems to be edging ever nearer the self-destruct button. I personally have never seen such hate and vitriol online as I have of late.
I saw a tweet the other day where a team of Sky News journalists tried to find the annual April Fools ‘fake story’ in the London Times. And between them they couldn’t as the most surreal headlines they located all proved to be true. Such is the bonkers world we live in at present. The phrase ‘you couldn’t make it up’ has never sounded more relevant. We live in interesting times. Disturbing. Dark. Desperate times.
Every day seems to be April Fools Day. Every time we switch on the news or log onto social media we are assaulted with a truth that is becoming increasingly hard to believe. I’ve run out of pinches of salt. Maybe we are returning to times of pillars of salt where we run and don’t look back for fear of the cleansing fire and brimstone descending from above. Maybe the time for running is long gone.