In the time of the virus: Friday again

Not content with one major crisis (coronavirus), I already have an eye on the next crisis looming closer every day.  While one part of me can’t seriously believe that the government will drag us headlong into such a major act of national self harm, most of me seriously believes they will.  So I will be making sure that we have a supply of any essentials of life well before the end of December.

To that end, today I ordered a large supply of the skin glue I rely on to keep my support garment in place.  It’s made and imported from Germany, as is the stocking itself – I’ll be making sure I order a replacement at the end of November, to arrive before the end of December.  It will take me through to June 2021.

The supermarkets had a trial run of their Brexit planning this spring, but next time around (I hope to be wrong but I’m pretty sure there will be a next time) we’ll all have the double burden of coronavirus and Brexit, and it won’t be a pretty sight.

In other news, this morning I had my covid-19 swab test at the local hospital to make sure I’m not infected before I go in for my operation on Monday morning.  I was pleased to hear that the tests are either processed on site or in Bristol and have a 24-48 hour turn around, having heard too many stories of chaos in the non-NHS testing provisions (including many lost tests).  Apparently I won’t be contacted if the test is negative (though I assume and hope the hospital will be told, in which case I will find out for sure on Monday).

It’s been a hot day today so not great for doing much outdoors.  Nonetheless buoyed up by having filled my green bin yesterday I made a start on filling it for the next collection in a fortnight.  I dug out a massive and unsightly clump of a large grass that self-seeded itself in one of my garden borders a few years back.  I’ve always hated it but evidently not enough to spur me on to action.  No more!  It is no longer.  Unfortunately nor is my garden fork.  It would seem I don’t know my own strength: the fork handle snapped clean off.  A shame, as it’s a good fork plus it’s the only one I have.

I’ve emailed Wilkinson Sword to see if they’re able to supply me with a new handle.  Meanwhile the Two Ronnies joke about fork handles is rattling around in my brain.

I went out for a walk and ended up collecting some of the foraged items I spotted yesterday instead.  Walking backwards and forwards to the neighbours collecting heavy slabs two at a time seemed like pretty good exercise.  Topped off by a walk around the block to clock up my target 10,000 steps for the day.

And so to bed.  See you tomorrow, I hope xx



About deborah @ the magic jug

Now I've passed 60 I'm still doing all sorts of things I haven't done before, as well as carrying on with the things I already love. I live a happy life with my long term love Malcolm. In my blog I explore local and low tech ideas, food, growing, making, reading, thinking, walking, and lots of other words ending in 'ing'.
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2 Responses to In the time of the virus: Friday again

  1. Rom has showed me that Two Ronnies sketch a couple of times, LOL!


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