Drop the drawbridge and raise the portcullis
The Virus draws ever closer.
Very Good Friend is here at the moment and she’s only just over her dose. Can she infect us? I don’t know and frankly I don’t care. I’m certainly taking none of those daft precautions they tried to foist on us.
Granddaughter the Elder is now snotting all over the place and has tested positive. She’s just down the road. Maybe I should call down and give her a big hug to make her feel better? There again, apart from the snots she’s not that ill.
Daughter is of course tending to the invalid and I assume that it’s inevitable that she and the other two Grandkids will get it – it’s a very small house, not some massive mansion where they can segregate someone into the West Wing.
Now that Daughter has joined the ranks of the Close Contacts she has to miss a week of work, which is more than unfortunate as she had only just started there. You see, she is un-jabbed and therefore can pass the Virus on. Now if she had been jabbed she could continue to work and still pass the Virus on. That is called Logic. Sooner or later people will have to begin to realise that the rules make no sense whatsoever?
I hope to meet a friend this weekend. He’s had the Virus in the very recent past so maybe I’ll catch it off him? I am reaching the stage where I want to catch the damned bug just to get it over with. I would cast my mask off with gay abandon, only I never wear the damn thing. I could count on the fingers of one hand where I have been forced to wear it. If I did wear it now I’d probably choke on all the festering germs and bugs that doubtless inhabit it, not to mention the dust and tobacco bits that share the bottom of my pocket. To put it mildly, my mask is manky. I’d probably be safer wearing one of the dozens that litter our footpaths.
So all precautions are off.
But then I never took any anyway.
The damned bug has gone through my son and daughter in laws place twice. Two or three days and all was well. I have had a cold for the past couple of days and the long and short of it is that I have a cold. I’m self-medicating with Tullamore Dew and Peterson Irish Flake pipe tobacco.
Self medication is always the best. In my case – Jamesons and Condor. Same principle.
One of these times I will give Condor a whirl. Jamesons is just a tad more expensive than the DEW is here. I go that route at times when I’m feeling like that J.P. Moneybags guy in the Monopoly game.
My daughter & son-in-law just had the covid, again. Just like a bad cold. Nothing like the reaction to their last booster. Mrs who took the grandchildren to school with our daughter has consistently tested negative using flow test. I am working at home but my daughter and son-in-law had to miss more working days, and as my s-in-l runs a manufacturing company, being absent was a major problem as he needs to be there to make decisions.
The last two years have really fucked up lives across the board. How many businesses have gone to the wall? Or how many have lost their headway and are now starting again from scratch? The fallout will be immense.