Another beautiful cloudless day, but a bit colder than before. Got going a bit earlier than usual because it’s a working day. Actually I’ve been working over the weekend too. It’s a good distraction
Let’s hope a few people who owe me money start to pay up this week. I already have a couple of big invoices past due and l’m getting horrible reminders of the last recession. There’s nothing more soul-destroying than not getting paid for something you’ve conscientiously slaved over.
Leon managed to cut his hair with the aid of Lily and a new set of clippers. He’ll be looking spruce on Microsoft Meetings today. I’m getting more and more unkempt. It’ll take more than a quick whip round with the shears for me. Lucky I don’t usually meet clients face to face.
Just phoned the ward and mum isn’t flagged as “query discharge” today. Her sugars were high in the night and her own consultant isn’t on the ward today and hasn’t replied to my email.
I had a visit from Vikki, one of the organisers of the new village support group yesterday and we spoke about getting some permanent help for Mum and Dad when I (hopefully) leave at the beginning of June. It sounds as the temporary crisis group will morph into something more permanent when the emergency ends, which is great for our family.
Vikki said that all of her family had gone down with something very covid-like in mid-January. Two members had needed hospitalisation with oxygen treatment and the disease then developed into pneumonia. I’ve heard other stories like this from the UK and Italy. Has the disease been round for much longer then we thought, or is it just the latest urban myth?
2022 and all that 