DVT DAY 42

Another day up early as the plumber was due to return and finish his handy work on the boiler condenser outlet. So, early coffee and a bit of Andrew Marr to catch up with the corona virus up dates. Already people are writing reports, criticising and arguing about getting back to normal and yet the death rate is still romping along at the same rate and the care homes continue to be unreported. There was a spectacular professor of virology interviewed. She was the model of clarity, knowledge, intelligence and was so articulate about her subject that there was no mistaking where we were and what needed doing. The plumber arrived at this time, waved through the window and got on about his work while Andrew Marr got far from clear answers to his questions from Gove. No surprise there then. The lovely professor was crystal clear about the need to invest now in plant to manufacture any future vaccine on an industrial scale. When asked if the government was up for this Gove waffled and basically said no and muttered shit about international cooperation. The answer was really “we’ve done a bit, but no”. The plumber waved again and got me to check something, which I did and all was good. He took his envelope of money and waved. So we are a home with a functional boiler again, which obviously means we will all want to shower or bathe at the same time. I went off and got ready to self-inject feeling pleased that there is an end to this in sight. I get it over and done with.

I head for the garden after a bacon sandwich and start sorting out the rubbish that is going in the Hippo skipette. I move a load of bags and load them into the Hippo skipette nestled into the front hedge. Job done I contact Hippobag and sort out collection. In the coming days the bag will magically disappear. I was about to rest when my eldest daughter appeared in the garden with her unicycle, an old Christmas present, which after a brief moment of activity has resided in the garage. She has decided to learn how to ride it as a way of combatting isolation. I note that the tyre is flat and suggest that we reflate it before she tries to ride it. On looking I find we have no pump so I go to the Mr Amazon shop and find one that in theory can be with us tomorrow. Once the unicycle is functional I just know I am going to be on it. I too want to learn how to ride it. What a great way to emerge from being shielded, riding out into the village on a unicycle!

Back in the garden I move the Buddha head to live under the magnolia tree, which seems more appropriate than be hidden behind the temporary greenhouse.

I rest in the summer house and read some of the letters in a volume of notable letters that I have. A ham sandwich and a few letters later I end up in the greenhouse potting up yet more seedlings as the early evening draw.  It gets chilly so I come inside to write the blog knowing that Killing Eve is back on TV tonight. So unreal but such fun.