When Claire told me that there had been trouble in Durdle Door yesterday, I didn’t believe her. I had never heard of such a place, and thought Durdle Door was a character from Harry Potter.

My wife explained to me that it is an area of Dorset. Hundreds, if not thousands, of people who can only be described as thoughtless, selfish cretins descended upon the beautiful beach.

Some wannabe Darwin Award winners thought that it would be a good idea to jump off a cliff into the water. I know that there is a social media trend of telling nasty or idiotic people to “get in the sea”, but they’re not supposed to take it literally!

As a result of their ‘stunt’, police and ambulance helicopters were deployed. This caused those on the beach – most of who were already failing to observe social distancing rules – to become even more compressed.

Here they all are, in a warn, cosy, covid-spreading group. Cute.

No doubt the many families who visited the beach yesterday, will be visiting their grandparents for Sunday roast. Granny and Grandad are far too old and frail to visit the seaside, but a family can never miss out on roast beef, Bisto and roasties! Plus, what’s a bit of coronavirus between loved ones?

The government announced that between Thursday and Friday, 324 people died of Covid19, taking the total beyond 38,000.

Had this happened in April, we would be mortified by the tragedy and loss of life.

It now seems that many in society have a “meh” attitude towards the figure; while those in government slap each other on the back, congratulating themselves that “only” 324 people are dead.

Jolly good show! Or as I see it, beyond abhorrent.