I long for the day I can get back on the tennis or golf course. I want to travel to see my family and just to get back to going anywhere. I am fortunate, however, that I live in the country and can walk or cycle from my front door. A friend e mailed and said he walks round and round the garden like Rudolph Hess in Spandau prison and my sister lives in a tiny apartment with no garden in the middle of a concrete jungle. A friend in Florida was moaning that the beaches were closed so she had to swim in her pool every day, while a friend in California is also confined to her house with just the pool and tennis court. Life can be tough.
The UK has vaccinated millions (although it is not clear how many have had their second dose), the French have vaccinated 400,000 and all appointment slots are full, and that is just for the over 75s. A dismal effort, bordering on pathetic. France has continued to carry out normal operations, you can see a GP, get a mammogram, and the schools have remained open throughout. In the UK you can't see a GP, operations are not being done and the schools are closed. There are pros and cons in all countries.
Yesterday the rivers filled up, overflowed and flooded the fields at an amazing rate. I went out to move the car to higher ground just before a foot of water covered the road. 36 hours later the waters are receding but I think I will leave the car where it is for a while.
This morning I was stopped at the traffic lights behind a driving school car. As the lights turned to green the learner driver stalled the car, twice. The woman behind me honked her horn repeatedly and when I looked in the rear view mirror I could see her waving her fists in the air and shouting, probably expletives. Continuing to blast the horn she then got out of the car, just as the learner driver managed to pull away, followed by me, and oh dear, the lights turned red before she could back in her car, leaving the irate woman shouting at herself.
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