The Long Road Back

We still have snow on Monday and it’s very pleasant to walk in it even with the dogs. Sainsbury’s is even quieter than last week, so the snow has perhaps succeeded where Covid hasn’t and managed to keep people at home.

Or maybe it’s the fact that the UK hits 100,000 Covid deaths this week and that’s by the Government’s own measure which is lower than everyone else’s. The really shocking thing is it took eight months to get to the first 50,000 deaths but only three months to add the second 50,000. So we’re not really getting any better at this.

Even now the Government is prevaricating about closing the borders and may, at some point, announce a new hotel quarantine system but only for certain ‘target’ countries.

We celebrate Burns Night and why not? So we have Haggis, Tatties and Neeps with a single malt on the side.

The rain is back by Tuesday and threatens to wash away all the lovely snow. By Wednesday it has just about succeeded.

The Lad has a busy Wednesday. He de-bobbles L’d bobble hat in the morning while I’m in the shower and then rips up the washing up sponge (again) in the afternoon. It appears we’re not giving him enough attention.

The weekend arrives looking very much like the rest of the week and there is even confusion on Friday as our Friday night is somewhat compromised by a wonderfully indulgent Friday morning. At least the football is still on a Saturday this week as Derby County win their third match in a row. Then on Sunday I attempt a run, a massive 1.3k without a dog. It's a long road back.

TV wise I start watching The Bay on catch up, which is actually quite good although L isn't impressed. As I've said before she doesn't really do TV series.

(Sunday 31^st January)