Written 13 December, 2020 My dear friend Sarah from the UK rang. She works in a hospital, and after much to-ing and fro-ing, Boris Johnson has decided the staff need the vaccine. This is the Pfizer vaccine, with data as yet unpublished. No doubt he’s bought it against the advice of his scientists, to… Continue reading…
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Day 261
Written 12 December, 2020 I went to T’s, a long walk across a creek, with a board for a bridge. The board’s rotten and wiggles sickeningly as I cross. I must replace it. Very fond of T and though our lives are so different we have a lot in common, but I have with… Continue reading…
Day 260
Written December 11, 2020. Even in the theatre lobby, it was fun. Even waiting at the bus stop, it was fun. I’ve been missing you badly, so I’ve capitulated. I’m lost without you. I did feel I should stop writing to you because Australia has eradicated the virus, and the terror is gone. I’ve… Continue reading…
Day 239
Written 20 November, 2020. A day of excessive heat- 36 degrees in Spring- followed by a wild, lighting and thunder storm at dusk. But while the heat raged, so hot that my newly washed jeans dried in one hour! Another hotel quarantine debacle: Three days into the six day lockdown in South Australia,… Continue reading…
Day 238
Written 19 November, 2020. This morning, Dee asked me to help him put in our present to him of his little native plants. Me, the derisive gardener, loved doing it. His back yard up a steep hill was terraced many years ago by an obsessed stone worker, perhaps in the 1930s and 1940s. There… Continue reading…
Day 237
Written 18 November, 2020. Victoria’s 17th double donut day, NSW’s 7th. Meanwhile, a cluster is developing in South Australia, from a health worker in a quarantine hotel. So far, 17. A 6 day lock down there, the strictest ever. Noone’s allowed to leave home except essential workers, and their children who can go to school,… Continue reading…
Day 235
Written 16 November, 2020. On my replacement birthday, I wake to a more yellow light than usual. Bright yellow is the heralding of a very hot day. It’s predicted to be 39 degrees today. But at least we’ll be up the creek, always breezy, and we’ll be able to dive into the water. But… Continue reading…
Day 234
Written 15 November, 2020. My birthday. Today it’s reported that South Australia has 3 virus cases, slipped out from hospital quarantine. So far no reports of bonking between security staff and Australians in quarantine who’ve come back from overseas, as happened in Melbourne. Daniel Andrews got such flack for that. No one knows… Continue reading…
Day 233
Written 14 November, 2020. We always have to take a week’s supply atlas of food, and we always need to repair our home which as you know was only a jerry-built holiday shack before the virus. A shack for old fishing codgers. As always a busy Adli trip always with a long shopping list,… Continue reading…
Dad 232
Written 13 November, 2020. The results 20 hours later. The app tells me 5 times :YOU ARE NEGATIVE My dear friend L takes me out to afternoon tea to celebrate at The Empire in Rose Bay, with a swoon of a water view, no more beautiful than my bay, I whisper to myself,… Continue reading…