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In the midst of the appalling effort to role out the vaccine in France, including pausing the Astra Zenica vaccine, Macron had the nerve to devote a large part of his speech to the nation, talking  about vaccine passports.  Really?  Who exactly will be able to have a vaccine passport when it is almost impossible to  get a vaccine? Then to add insult to the situation he declared that he and the Prime Minister would be receiving the Astra Zeneca vaccine in order to restore confidence in it.  So now two healthy, young men have the vaccine while the elderly and sick are still waiting.

Every week I write a story for my five year old grandson.  He gives me 2 words and I have to be creative with them.  I have had a crow and wellington boots, Batman and an igloo, an ant and an aeroplane and many others.  Each week I think it will be impossible to create a story round the words but every week I come up with something.  This week it is a twig and a pen.  Wish me luck.  

I have a very heavy rocking chair that I want to move from the first floor to the ground floor.  I keep looking at it wondering if I could move it by myself but then logic and common sense take over as I envision myself at the bottom of the stairs squashed flat by the weight.  What I really need is two strong men, or even one as I am fairly strong, but where does one find one in the middle of a pandemic?   Of course my sons are now getting the vaccine in the UK, way before their poor old mum, so will they actually be able to come and visit soon?

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