Testing madness

I do believe that testing has now got out of hand and is inefficient.  For the test that I needed before |I returned to France entailed me taking the test at home, looking at a little plastic tray and seeing whether there was one bar or two.  One bar meant I was negative.  I then had to take a photo of the plastic tray next to my passport and upload and send it to the lab.  It sounds fine in theory but what if I knew I was positive so got someone else to take the test and put their result next to my passport?  There would have been nothing to stop me  doing that so the whole exercise was futile.

Yesterday I went to our local pharmacy.  Regulations now mean that all students have to be tested at least twice a week.  The pharmacy was tightly packed with students, filling out their forms and getting it stamped in order to get a test.  In the middle of this crowd were some old people trying to get their prescriptions.  Anyone was more likely to contract covid in that pharmacy than anywhere else such was the closeness of bodies.  I read in the news that a family of two parents and three children were testing themselves every day.  To what purpose I ask myself?

I am in the middle of a tennis tournament and stupidly I won my  group so I now have to play all the players in the group above me.  I suspect my winning streak may be over.

As hopefully is Boris Johnson's and Novak Djokovic's, both of whom are arrogant and think they can beat the system just by being famous.  

The useless company that manages these apartments are still sending my mail to my old address, which I left on the 5 August last year, in  spite of me telling them dozens of times.  Today I typed out in big red letters that I do not live at that address and that I live at this address.  I then photocopied it several times, walked round to their offices, marched in and placed  a copy on as many desks as I could find.  I ignored the receptionist asking whether I had an appointment, in fact I ignored everyone, I didn't speak, just left the papers and left the building.  When I got home there was a letter from them forwarded from my old address.