I remain unable to visit Son #1 and family in Australia. Barnaby Joyce can come to London and shop in Oxford Street but he requires me to quarantine for two weeks in one of his hotels. Sounds fair? Obviously not, although he did catch covid which rather makes the point of the Australian self-blockade. Maybe next Christmas I'll be able to enjoy my three riotous grandkids, a visit to my other co-grandparents involving blazing sun, dipping in the pool and cold weak Aussie beer. How the other half of the world lives.
Obviously my wishes for 2022 centre around the defeat and disappearance of COVID-19. Ugh. The completion of my house renovations despite the best efforts of unresponsive and unreliable contractors, Ipswich Town not getting relegated, Arsenal getting into next season's Champions League, Boris getting impeached. Respective % likelihood: 0, 75, 50, 25, 15.
New Year resolutions? Check in next week. Don't expect anything ambitious.
Yours has been good so far. Ours - well Covid stricken and ten days confined wasn’t much fun. Splitting the house into two (the patient got the front room with the fancy lockdown tele) and wearing FFP3 masks indoors however was worth it as I - so far - remain uninfected. But yes, it’s still better than last year as we shall see both families including four noisy boys and our dear co-grandad. And the kindness and generosity of our neighbours and friends has been overwhelming.
ReplyDeleteWe have cooked too much food and the wine rack is beyond healthy. I’m just hoping I can drink some… so here’s to the thin red line staying single and we’ll all meet again very shortly.