Back to the daily second-hand reporting on Mum. She’s essentially fine, barring the usual blood sugar requirements and need for oxygen, says today’s nurse, but they want to be 100% sure she’s covid-negative before the next course of action. So we are awaiting the swab results. Dad is fine. He doesn’t seem to have a cold now.
The weather has changed now. I actually had to scramble during happy hour with Dad and run home in a shower.
Last night I got a message from a long-lost friend, Rob Scott, from university days, who’s obviously bored during lockdown and chasing up old contacts. I joined his son’s live music session on FaceBook and then watched Van der Valk. Can’t decide whether Marc Warren is attractive or just creepy looking.
Rob’s a successful photographer now, but one of his claims to fame dates back to a photo he took of Jeremy Corbyn getting arrested at an anti-Apartheid rally in 1984. The anti-racist message on Rob’s original image was illegally doctored by a merchandiser to read “Jeremy Corbyn is a racist endeavour” and worn on a T-shirt by TV personality Rachel Riley to protest against Corbyn’s supposed anti-semitism. Annoying!
2022 and all that 