Written December 19, 2020. We’re in the city, getting ready to leave for Melbourne- then suddenly – So sad. 39 infections, all near the Northern beaches but that’s enough for Daniel Andrews, the Victorian premier.He’s put up the border. As he should. Victorians battled so hard to get the numbers down, at… Continue reading…
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Day 267
December 17, 2020. A day watching the numbers of infections grow. It’s stable at 17, mainly around the Northern beaches. Tomorrow we go back to the city, to get ready to fly on Wednesday to Melbourne for Christmas with GG’s sister, his niece and her family. They’ve become as precious as my birth family.… Continue reading…
Day 266
Written 16 December, 2020. Today, 3 locally transmitted cases in NSW! One a driver who transports air line staff- were they wearing masks?- it turns out rules for airline staff aren’t as strict here as for ordinary OS travellers- plus 2 older people in the Northern beaches. We depend on contact tracers to see… Continue reading…
Day 264
Written 15 December, 2020. https://www.news.com.au/world/north-america/us-politics/electoral-college-voting-to-formally-make-joe-biden-the-next-us-president/live-coverage/a9ef37eb453876b5c468a75129281663 I’ve longed for this day! If I did, a world away, imagine how overjoyed Americans must feel. At last Joe Biden is safely the President Elect of the US, with an enormously compassionate speech, and the first time, anger at Trump. But it’s the same day the death toll of… Continue reading…
Day 262
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 This is the Pfizer vaccine, with data as yet unpublished.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…
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…