The excitement here is mounting.

I have an appointment in Skobieville tomorrow.

I did have an appointment last week but they cancelled at the last minute. My appointment is with an optician and apparently they originally booked me to see the contact lenses person, on a day when the optician wasn’t there. So they had to cancel and re-book. Idiots.

There are two aspects of the trip that make it somewhat less pleasant than it should be.

The first of course is that it’s in Skobieville. I try and avoid that kip whenever possible but that’s where the optician resides so I am doomed to endless ramps, traffic lights and crap parking. As Callie’s home town was the Patron Town of Roundabouts, so Skobieville is the Patron Town of Ramps. Every road seems to have them with no escape.

The other lack of pleasantry is that the optician’s gaff seems to be stuck in last year. They’re still on about anti-social distancing, protective shields and clothing and of course the infernal mask. It’s the same at the vet’s. Don’t these people know that the panic is over? Are they stuck in some kind of time warp? I suppose I’ll bring my mask. It’s one of the papery ones I got that age ago when the panic started. I suppose I have worn it less than half a dozen times over the years and apart from being a bit grubby, it’s still in one piece. It conforms with the definition of a mask so they can’t complain. I’ll still pull it down below my nose though so my glasses don’t fog up.

Yes, I know the Virus is still out there. Maybe I have already caught it? Herself and I were feeling a bit rough last week but that seems to have passed. Maybe that was it? It sort of fitted the symptoms but we lust took some paracetamol on top of all our other medications and carried on as normal. If we haven’t yet had the pleasure than so be it.

Confining myself to the house is what I do anyway……