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Dithering

 You would think that with Macron up for election next year, he would be taking decisive action to get everyone vaccinated.   Instead his decisive action means that all appointments have stopped while he dithers about whether Astra Zenica is safe.  Of course he knows it is safe but is following his German masters.  Today he and Italy decided they would continue with the vaccine but rather than giving permission for that to happen immediately, he has said he would allow the go ahead, maybe tomorrow, after the EU has confirmed that it is safe.  For heavens sake,  can't he see that numbers contracting covid wouldn't be going up if he vaccinated the population and the economy would recover quicker?  They haven't even managed to vaccinate the over 75s yet.

I have decided to get rid of all the baby stuff taking up space in my house, on the assumption that my sons have stopped producing and my grandsons aren't about to start, although they are old enough.  One of the items is a cot that folds up and goes into a remarkably small nylon bag, along with the base.  I looked at the cot, which is a full size one, read the instructions and followed them to the letter.  So why nearly three hours later was I still trying to fold up the crib so that it actually went in the bag?  In desperation I whatsapped my son.  'What am I doing wrong?  I asked.  After looking via my phone at the half folded cot for the whole of 30 seconds he said, 'There must be a button in each fold, just press them.'  Urghh, why are my children so much cleverer than I am?

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