Be still my beating heart.
The excitement is mounting.
The whole country is holding its breath.
By some miracle, there will just happen to be cameras and reporters hanging around the precise person at the precise time the jab is given. We will see it all on the news tonight. There goes the needle. Victim declares they are in raptures of excitement. Everyone stops what they are doing to give a round of applause. The country is saved and we can all relax.
But how do they know where the millionth dose is? Arms are being jabbed all over the country in various centres and probably in politicians’ private homes as well. Would it not be a tad embarrassing if they discovered that the millionth dose was about to be administered to some friend of the TeaShop MeHole Martin?
I see the teachers are now threatening to strike if they don’t get their jab. They readily admit that the latest system of vaccinating people according to age is sensible. They have been told that a fifty year old has a zillion times greater chance of dying than a thirty year old. They have no argument with that. What they are miffed about is that they were promised to be high on the queue. Then the rules were changed and the cry went up -“but you promised!”
These are supposed to be intelligent people. They look after the country’s kids.
Yet they actually believed a politicians promise?
There’s no hope for us.