17th January 2021

 Him indoors has a birthday today. Says he feels older than he’s ever been. I tell him he is older than he’s ever been. We had our first outing in weeks the other day to collect a prescription from the chemist alongside our GP surgery, the latter still shuttered and barred. So, shouting through my muffling face mask: “Will we get our vaccine next door?” Reply: “No, you’ll need to go to West Heath surgery, a mile away.” So, if she knew, why hadn’t anyone told us? Older friends tell me that surgeries around here are indeed amalgamating vaccinations, which is more convenient for staff but means that hundreds of the elderly, some in wheelchairs, others with frames, need to queue outside in the snow and rain for 3+ hours. That can’t be right. Yesterday I read that Salisbury cathedral’s been adapted as a covid centre. Let’s hope that Polonium isn’t in the mix! And on the BBC, it’s like Big Brother, clamping down on any awkward questions. Even TalkRadio was pulled down from YouTube because presenters dared to challenge the official line. Happy Birthday L.  Life will never be the same again.