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Dry January - ish

I was doing so well, 9 days into January I had had no alcohol, not even on my birthday, then friends phoned and invited me to lunch.  As we have been isolating for months, only leaving the house for medical appointments, the supermarket or exercise, they felt confident in us getting together.  It is months since I had spoken to anyone in  person so I accepted, but what to do about dry January.  My eldest son also does dry January but on his birthday he breaks the pledge, so I decided that the 10th January would be my new birthday and I would have a glass of wine with my lunch.  All well and good until a week later, this weekend, the same thing has happened and guess what I am going to break the pledge again and add two days on to the end of January.  Of course I will have to be back home by 6pm when the curfew starts. 

I received a parcel today which my son posted at the beginning of December.

Yesterday I went for a ride on my bike and got soaked, the paths are muddy, it is cold and windy.  When can I get back to the indoor tennis courts?

I tried booking a vaccination appointment, even though I am too young (yes I know it is hard to believe) to be eligible, and I  failed.  It wouldn't have mattered, the nearest vaccination centre is a 90 minute drive away.  France hasn't quite got to grips with vaccinations yet.

5 more days until Trump jumps aboard Air Force 1 for the last time.  I wonder if the crew can be bribed to drop him off in Moscow, preferably with no parachute.

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