A little testy …

So we’re one of the Brazil variant postcodes. Which is pretty frustrating. We’ve worked so hard to stay safe and, I would argue, because the government applied the formal quarantine process too late, a new mad-strain of the virus appears on our doorstep without a Copacabana. It is untrue for Johnson to say that he acted as quickly as he could – of course it is. We flew to Korea in November and were, without any ceremony, hoarded, chained and then thrown into a government hotel – for two weeks … at our expense. Of course it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as that, but there was no way – unless we’d made a dash for it – we could have escaped the Korean government’s clutches. And, do you know they reckon 15,000 people a day are still flying into and out of our country? Why? Where the hell have they been? Where are they going? We are so close to getting this thing under control. Why risk an errant strain when you don’t have to? And think of all the money those hoteliers could have been making – the ones with buildings standing empty at the airports. It does, I’m afraid, make me a little testy.

Anyhow. We’ll get our first jabs by the end of the weekend. Add two weeks to that and then we will be happy to go and see people within the parameters of the government’s rules. Phew. That is, unless we catch the Brazilian variant between now and then.

I hope I haven’t b*ggered it up

We’ve kept ourselves busy. I’ve waxoyled Doris’s chassis extension – I’m sure I told you that before. And I have resealed two out of the five roof lights on her roof. I’m never sure, because none of them are leaking, but I do sense that the current seals are losing the grip and it can’t do any harm? Out last (Doris one – she was lovely) van had a leak through the main roof light … which I fixed badly. Anyway, we’ll see. They certainly look better, but I just hope I haven’t removed old sealant which was doing a perfectly adequate job. Hmmm. I must keep an eye on that.

In the process of resealing the openings, when C was cleaning the plastic rooflight, she noticed that one was badly cracked. I have a plan for that which includes clear sikoflex. I’ll let you know how that goes. Whatever … it’s great to be out in Doris. I do miss being away in her. Hopefully our time will come sooner rather than later.

I’ve also sorted the garage. Our neighbour was getting rid of a single set of shelving (I need three – they’re from Ikea). His kind donation provided the impetus for me to take everything out, sort and put it back again. Ever since the original Brexit food panic, we use the garage as an extended larder. I think it’s going to stay that way for a while. My next job is to get the final two shelves and fix the whole thing once and for all.

our green walk goes OOB soon

Editing of The Belmonte Paradox continues. I’m sticking to a chapter a day (I do that before breakfast). I’m looking forward to reading it to C when I’m done. I got a frisson of excitement yesterday when I started thinking about the second book in the short two-book mini-series (within the whole series). It is fabulous being a writer – allowing your imagination to run away with itself to places you’d like to go … to meet people you’d like to meet. I’m thinking a ballet dancer, possible male? Based at the Czech national ballet? I went there once and saw some show (I can’t remember which). It was fabulous … and very John Le Carre. There were spies and informants in every row. It’s a thought. Where else? Any suggestions? Any particular characters you’d like? Anyone want their names in the next book? More than happy to do that. I can’t guarantee I won’t kill you.

he’s a content little chap

That’s it from me. Next time I write we’ll have both been jabbed. I hope you’ve either had one, or are very close to getting one. Between now and then stay as safe as you can. And thanks for all the nice comments about reading this drivel. I will continue not to disappoint.