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Just like the buses

My life is like  the buses, I sit around for a year during the pandemic doing nothing and then just as someone finally buys my house, cancer raises its ugly head again.  At this point cancer news is more manageable than being homeless.  The hospital  tells you what to do, where to be and when and basically all I have to do is turn up.  July will be a testing time as that is when I have to get out of the house, start follow up treatment and live..?  The first time I had cancer, I was made redundant, was job hunting and started a new job a week after the operation.  The new job was  working in prisons and during radiotherapy I had to go to Dartmoor prison where I was organising and leading a big conference.  I  went for the radiotherapy at 7am and drove straight to Dartmoor.  The Governor introduced me,  and congratulated me on getting there despite having been microwaved that morning.  The audience, of course, didn't know what he was talking about and exchanged puzzled looks with each other.  When I got up to speak I didn't clarify the situation either.

Anyway enough of that.  Are we about to be released from our own prisons?  Will we finally get to see our families?  Patience, I fear, will have to last a little longer I think, but there is that little light at the end of the tunnel and  I for one can't wait.  

Do all politicians have Teflon shoulders these days?  Trump has still not been charged with anything, Johnson  has learned from the master to deny everything and lie, Macron is desperately trying to get everyone vaccinated in order to save his political career and who would have thought that hundreds of military generals in France have signed a letter calling for military rule.  If they are that keen they can go to Myanmar, where my father was born, and try it out.

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