KevRep
Well done for getting through the first couple of weeks. It has not been without effort, for sure. First, my poor old brother: KevRep. He was hooked up to a ventilator within a couple of hours of him arriving at the hospital (for the second time). His last words were a call to me: ‘I’m going under’. That’s all I got. Five days later and he’s still ‘under’. The prognosis from the consultant (we’re getting updates from his daughter) is that he’s stable, his liver and kidney functions are ok, but the pneumonia is pretty awful. There is a possibility he will be on a ventilator for weeks, maybe ‘months’ – and that is not sustainable. I need say no more. It’s all pretty sh*tty, and must be terrible for him, although I guess he’s out of it and doesn’t know what’s going on. So, we’re in for the long haul. At least he’s not one of the awful statistics that keep going up and up for the UK.
We’re coping. I think all three of us have had our ‘God, this is a small house’, moment. We’re sharing TV in the evenings – with Sunday being a communal day of Antiques Roadshow and Belgravia. I’m happy when it’s my turn – Season Three of Ozark on Netflix
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it is the apocalypse …
has arrived and I love it. Think a more adult version of Breaking Bad and you have it. I’m running 6/7 days and still doing situps and pressups. C’s still running every second day and we go out with Mary for a potter pretty much daily.
We’ve finished next door’s garden, I’ve done some stuff with Doris and I had a pretty full day of distance consultancy on Thursday with the MoD. I’ve been asked to consider some Zoom presentations on compassionate leadership, which I will talk to the boss about next Thursday. There’s some book work going on which I will update you in due course. And we are eating sensibly.
Of course, the rhinoceros in the room is the disease. Thankfully we, the UK, are now taking it seriously, albeit a couple of weeks late. And I’m glad to hear that Keir Starmer (thank goodness, an adult in the room) might be asked to join COBR. I also don’t think His Borisness is very well. Having seen the way my brother looked on WhatsApp on Sunday afternoon before his precipitous fall, BJ looked just as bad a couple of days ago on one of his uplifting chats. We’ll see.
The real sadness is that many more people are going to die. My brother … for example. Or indeed me or you. I shopped at Tesco on Friday, togged up to the nines, but I could have picked it up regardless. At least now I know what to really look out for.
What next? Well, I’m waiting for my beta readers to come back with their comments. And I have some other book stuff to do. I guess we’ve got little choice but to watch the complete Prime and Netflix back catalogue.
I might just do that.
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next door’s looking a bit better now
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