In England you can travel as far as you want, go shopping and use public transport. with certain restrictions. From Saturday pubs, restaurants, hotels, b&bs, camp sites and so on will all be back in business, so long as you try to keep a one metre distance if possible. So will museums, cinemas and so on. Oh yes and you can join the queue for a hair cut and can book a foreign holiday..

In this foreign country called Wales however things remain very different. Next week very grudgingly the 5 mile travel ban will be lifted and shops are now open but the 2 metre distancing remains. But pubs, restaurants, hotels, holiday parks etc all remain closed and forget trying to book your foreign holiday and certainly no haircut. Visitors to Wales are still likely to be turned back at the border. By the time the hospitality industry in Wales is allowed to open everyone will have booked to go elsewhere. Does Drakeford want to deliberately drive Wales into the deepest recession possible?

As the disparity between England and Wales continues to grow and the pressure comes on Drakeford he obviously felt he had to make some gesture. So hold your breath here it is – pubs can reopen. But wait for it, not now but in two weeks time – maybe. And only in your outside beer garden if you have one already that you can serve patrons in. And two metre rules distancing still applies. And if you don’t already have permission already for an outside space, tough.

Cardiff airport is open apparently but with all sales outlets closed. So Ryanair announces flights from Cardiff tomorrow. The Welsh government promptly tells them to cancel the flights. What do the owners of Cardiff airport say? Wait a minute the owner of Cardiff airport is the Welsh government. Bizarre.

There is always one. With our local builders merchants open I decided to make a trip to purchase supplies of paint as Junior Management had been complaining about the décor of parts of the establishment. I walked down the road carefully keeping the requited 2 metres away from those I passed. Arriving at my destination I read the list of rules pinned up outside. A designated number of people were allowed in at one time and if the door was open you could enter. Inside markings on the floor indicated a route round and cross lines marked out 2 metre distances. Collecting other things I required I summoned up a member of staff to mix a tin of paint of the colour prescribed by Junior Management. The paint was mixed at one of those miracle machines which can produce any of 1,000 combinations, by the efficient lady, and I followed her (at 2 metres distance) back to the counter to pay. Whilst completing the transaction I became aware of a persistent banging from the entrance door where a very red faced gentleman was banging and gesticulating. I mentioned this to the staff member. “We have the maximum number of customers in so the door is locked until someone goes out” she explained, “as the notice says”. “He can come in as soon as I let you out” She led me to an emergency door which was serving as a separate exit. As we went past the entrance she called to the irate one. “I’ll let you in as soon as I have seen this gentleman out” “Let me in NOW” was the howled reply. As I exited the door the irate one strode part way towards me. “You took your time about it” he shouted. Not wishing to engage in polite conversation I waved vaguely in his direction and walked off. Turning to look I saw the door open to admit a fresh arrival whilst the irate one strode back to the door which he found locked again, my place having been taken by the new arrival. As I walked up the road I heard more frantic pounding on the door and even more irate demands to “LET ME IN”. There is always one.