It snowed, I wrote, it melted. I cooked two meals, Julia returned. We had bacon hotpot for tea, she said it was salty. The night grew frosty then it snowed again. I watched TV, fell asleep, woke up, made sandwiches and, in the early hours, decided it was time to blog. It will be one of those dull blogs written with a future reader in mind and full of dreary detail about lockdown.
There is something wrong with my routine. I am now in a rut – falling asleep in the evening so I am not sleepy at night. I then work into the early hours, have trouble waking, and feel tired during the day.
It is, as a result, difficult to say whether my lack of inspiration in the last week has been due to being tired, or being uninspired.
Julia has still not had the promised test kit from work and I am not working tomorrow because we don’t know whether she is asymptomatic or just healthy. It is an annoying situation, as I am trying to do the right thing but am stuck in limbo. If she’s clear I’m clear. If she’s positive I’m in isolation for 14 days. Or, if I fly in from abroad, I can self-quarantine for 10 days. Not quite sure why the two things are different.
I just looked at the rules. She has been in close contact with someone with Covid so should be in quarantine, but is being told by work that she should keep going in and test. I have not been in contact with anyone with Covid (in the absence of a test) and don’t have to quarantine. But if I go to work I will come into close contact with someone who has a health condition and two people who have responsibilities caring for elderly relatives. I don’t want to be responsible for spreading it to the parents of other people after what happened to my father.
It’s an annoying situation to be in. However, it’s not appropriate to discuss my views on the way people are managing this, as I may be rude about people who can’t defend themselves.
Unfortunately, her contact came both before and after her vaccination, so it has had no time to work yet. Full protection takes two weeks.
I have been looking at private tests but there are several different tests available and several different prices. One was offered locally but they didn’t name a price. I can, however, have liposuction at the same place. There are at least two different tests and prices range from £65 to £135.
We can’t get NHS tests because we have no symptoms and, according to the website will be taking a test away from somebody who really needs it (we still have limited testing capacity, it seems).
Sorry, it’s a dull post, but in years to come I like to think it will be an interesting historical document. I keep having visions of a future PhD student basing a stellar thesis on my lockdown ramblings.. OK, maybe “interesting” was the wrong word – let’s try useful.
I’m off to bed now. I will review and publish this in the morning.
I hope Julia’s test comes soon, and the virus stays far from your door. Hang in there along with the rest of us. Stay well.
It seems to be staying away, but it’s just frustrating. Don’t want to spread it, but don’t know if we have it. We probably don’t but have to act like we do. Ah well…
It is hard to put into words the sympathy that I have for your predicament without also bursting out with a torrent of bile regarding the appalling lack of joined up thinking which has been in evidence since last January. You have my sympathy.,,,,,down bile down!
I was amazed at the variety of contradictory information there is out there – and that’s just from Government sources. It is very difficult not to become enraged, so you are to be congratulated on your self-control.
Mrs T thinks that I should try restraint more often.
I’m fairly sure restraint is bad for the blood pressure. She wouldn’t want your head to explode would she?
Good point. I may or may not suggest it to her.
She may be sceptical at first. It has taken me thirty years but Julia is coming round to the idea, as she often joins in when politicians are evading questions about vaccination.
I think we are all suffering from lockdown syndrome, my motivation is at an all time low!
Sorry to hear that, though also glad I’m not on my own. I feel slightly better than I did for a lot of the last one, but yes, definitely down on the first one.
Actually, not dull at all. You have every reason to be upset over the way things have been handled. What. The. Heck. It has been almost a year since the outbreak of this pandemic. Surely those “that be” should know what to do by now, but apparently not. I know that this is probably scant comfort to you, but in Maine the vaccination efforts are a horrible, disorganized muddle. I am hoping that both our countries will learn something from Covid-19, but that is probably a foolish hope. Best to you and Julia!
In 1939 they managed to organise ID cards, rationing, ARP and a number of other things. IT all seemed to work OK. In 2020, with computers and lessons from history – not so good. 🙁
You got that right. What a stupid generation we are. Sigh.
It does seem so – loads of MBAs about and no common sense. One of my nephews is a consultant doing an MBA – a nebulous job description based on shifting sands – and the man is a total idiot.
Good luck with the testing.
Thank you. I feel well at the moment and it’s probably a false alarm, but I don’t want to pass it on if I do have it.
Your opening sentences have the elements of a good haiku or two – I thought, but then what would I know. I hope Julia gets her test done soon.
I had been writing poetry before posting, and it seemed to carry through…
Yes, a test would be nice.