Dark and grisly deaths,

I see them to my left.

Parties every night,

I see them on my right.

And here I am,

Stuck in the middle with you.

So London has been moved to the dreaded Tier 2 in an attempt to curb the spread of COVID. There are now three tiers in the UK with varying degrees of rules.

If you are in Tier 1 you are one of the lucky ones and have not got to lock down any more than we have in the past few weeks. In Tier 2 you have to rein it in a little bit and if you are in Tier 3 you are a little bit screwed.

But is it really worse to be in the most serious on categories? I heard somebody from London being interviewed and he made a good point. He said that if you are in full lock down you are looked after by the government to a certain extent. When you are in Tier 2 you are in limbo. You have to stop certain activities (and for some that includes work) while not really getting any help to offset the disruption.

It got me thinking about being decidedly average in life. What if we spend our entire existence in the proverbial Tier 2? Are we left out to dry while the high fliers get benefits and the less able get more support?

This could apply to everything from school and how well we perform in exams through to how pretty we are or how good we are at managing people. And it makes me wonder whether it’s best to just advertise yourself as being a bit crap.

My greatest achievement is to do the Arch to Arc triathlon as a solo athlete and I was only the 12th person in the world to complete the challenge. However, I’m now thinking that I might start selling it in a different way because although only a handful of people have finished the event, I am officially the slowest.

I don’t think I’ll get any special treatment for that but I can officially say that I am the slowest in the whole world and that’s pretty cool.

Much Love

Rachel xx