I went to get my first jab on Thursday at the local hospital, or rather closed down hospital now re-opened partially, in order to vaccinate people. Armed with all my pieces of paper I joined 15 other people in a waiting room. Each of us was given a clipboard with yet another form to complete but only after we had shown our identity cards. One harassed man was co-ordinating this task and I did feel sorry for him. The people were elderly, some very elderly, and the man soon realised that most of them were incapable of filling out their forms so he had to go round each one and do it for them. This delayed people going through to the next stage.
Eventually the first three people disappeared through the doors. I had already been there nearly an hour when it was finally my turn but all that happened was that I was sat in another waiting room. Once called from that room I was ushered into the cubicle for my injection but not before showing my papers once again and answering numerous questions. I was then told to wait in the corridor for 30 minutes before being allowed to leave. I had been there more than 2 hours and less than 20 people had been vaccinated. If Macron wants to speed up vaccinations and thereby stop the spread of the virus, the system will need to be speeded up and layers of bureaucracy eliminated.
The next day I was due to play tennis and after a sleepless night and an aching arm I turned up at the tennis court. It was hard even lifting my arm and the wind was blowing so hard that the ball took on its own trajectory, but I didn't want to give in so I battled on. After the first set I wondered if I could carry on but I stayed silent and then Yvette approached the net and said, 'I can't play any more, this wind is impossible.' 'Oh really,' I said giving the impression that I would have bravely battled the wind and pain, even though I had an aching arm and I am much older than she is. Ok I had lost the set but I felt I had won a moral victory.
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