Covid rules to be relaxed over Christmas in UK

I don't post much on this site, and its for many reasons.

I'm lazy and always procrastinating
Find it hard to find something I want to talk about
Same as number 1.

But besides all that I should at lest try.

So what I'm annoyed at, at the moment is that the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom is going ahead with the relaxing of lockdown rules over the Christmas period.

While over Eid and Diwali the lockdown was still in place.
There was no easing of lockdown or changes to the rules, just over Christmas.

I can understand that Christmas is a UK Holiday compare to over religious holiday, so much so that its ore of a national holiday rather than a religious one.
But still its not fare on others.

But what really annoying about it is, the stupidly of the UK population and that the Boris Johnson as said to keep it to minimum if you can.
Even though he's relaxing the rules over Christmas and the problems that will come from it.
He could have easily have stuck to the lockdown rules, and save lives, protect the NHS.

But he's not budging on it, and I will expect a spike in Covid cases because of this.
I also expect that he will blame the people of this country, rather than him self for allowing this to happen in the first place.

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