Red Sky…

It was another amazing sky this morning at twenty-past seven. A vibrant, red glow. Once again, I tried to take a photo but it doesn’t do it justice – but you might get the gist.

I had already sent my apologies to yoga – still not feeling great – and so I settled back in bed for a bit of a doze. John very kindly brought me a cup of tea just after nine which I promptly ignored and went back to sleep.

Next thing, John is by the bedside. “I’ve got to be going now,” he said. Why? What time is it? Where am I? “It’s quarter past twelve.” Heck! I thought it was about ten o’clock. I’d slept on all morning. This is madness.

Anyway, I scampered out of bed and we made our way across to the QE hospital for John to have the final blood test in the COVID vaccination trial. We’re keeping our fingers crossed that this time they’ll find some antibodies. Might have to wait a bit though, since it’s a trial and data needs to be gathered. Fingers crossed.

On our way back from the hospital we called in at Michael and Danielle’s to drop a couple of things in and to collect the children’s trousers that need turning up in readiness for a wedding at the weekend.

Once home, we just faffed about, putting a bit of washing on and trying to sort out the tumble dryer which, since the new hose was fitted, seems to operate on a go-slow. John’s on the case.

Not an exciting day. But then, I don’t suppose they can all be exciting, can they?

33,117 people tested positive for the virus today. 262 people died with it. 834 people were admitted to hospital with it and the nurses and doctors are already feeling tired. Those nurses we met today confirmed it. What else to say, that hasn’t already been said?

Hoping tomorrow will be a better day. Take care everyone. God bless.

Susie Dent’s Word of the Day is ‘catchfart’ (17th century): a follower of the political wind; one whose actions are guided entirely by the whims and desires of their boss. I have no idea what she’s talking about, have you? Tee-hee.