And…. Groundhog Day….

Nothing to see here. More of the same.

Were you paying attention? I have run out of paint. Oh dear. I knew that would happen – just one pot short of a finished job. Ah, well, I’ve ordered it now and it might arrive by the weekend, fingers crossed.

And, it transpires that the three piece suite won’t arrive tomorrow after all. I took a phone call at tea-time to say that one of the delivery drivers has a temperature and a sore throat. He’s been sent off for a COVID test and they’ll have a better idea in a day or two when they can deliver. The salesman was very apologetic but, as far as I am concerned, better to be safe than sorry. John wasn’t quite so charitable and thought it was a put-off job. If the delivery can wait until next week that would suit me fine – I might be able to get the painting finished….. and even do some of the wallpapering! Might crack on with the skirting boards tomorrow. (I know, I know, for the purists amongst you, I should have done those first…..)

All in all, nothing much to report. John didn’t particularly enjoy his walk – but then, he went on his own didn’t he? Didn’t have my wonderful company – tee-hee! No wonder it wasn’t as exciting as usual.

We didn’t spend a lot of time glued to the news today either, so have skimmed the figures today and know that the infections are going down but hospital admissions and deaths are going up, which accords with what we expected after Christmas. Do you think anyone will take notice now? Or, once lockdown is eased, will people go mad again? I think the latter and that we never learn…

• 37,535 people infected today
• 599 people died in the community
• 3,984 people were admitted to hospital last Thursday – no data since then
• And no data on hospital deaths today either
• Day 13 of Lockdown 3; Day 306 since the March panic to stay in

Keep smiling everyone. God Bless. But, afore ye go…. enjoy this offering, sent to me by Chris from my prayer group. Made me smile anyway.

I won’t arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
I’ll sanitise the doorknob and make a cup of tea.
I won’t go down to the sea again, I won’t go out at all,
I’ll wander lonely as a cloud from the kitchen to the hall.
There’s a green-eyed yellow monster to the north of Katmandu 
But I won’t be seeing him just yet and nor, I think, will you.
While the dawn comes up like thunder on the road to Mandalay
I’ll make my bit of supper and eat it off a tray.
I shall not speed my bonny boat across the sea to Skye
Or take the rolling English road from Birmingham to Rye.
About the woodland just right now I am not free to go
To see the Keep Out posters or the cherry hung with snow
And no, I won’t be travelling much, within the realms of gold.
Or get to Milford Haven. All that’s been put on hold.
Give me your hands, I shan’t request, albeit we are friends
Or come within a mile of you, until this shit show ends