I played tennis on Monday evening. It was hot. Sunny. Gorgeous. And legal. It was day 1 of the (sodding, fucking) ‘roadmap’ (pause for vomit. Ok, done that) to recovery. And I was recovering. Unfortunately my shoulder wasn’t but that’s another story. It was simply wonderful. Liberating, quite literally. And felt so good. Except the shoulder, but you can’t have everything.

So Tuesday night my martial arts group convened in another, very nearby park. So great to see everybody without their screen-frames, and kick them in their heads. Oh, we weren’t actually allowed to do that. No contact. Social distancing. Groups of 6, possibly up to 15, outdoor only, from 9 different households, children not included, masks optional. Something like that. And as our Grand Master said; how wonderful for us all to be able to take the piss properly once more. Oh, and perform our tai chi in unison (ish) for the squirrels to marvel at.

Light at the end of a very long tunnel. Sunlight, in this case. Which really is the game-changer.

Which you could see by the thousands in Hyde Park yesterday, all rammed together spitting at each other. Well maybe not, but lots of people there. Too many for the new consciousness to cope with. Photos that make you shudder. But sunshine and restrictions really don’t do well together.

Then yesterday evening, the holy grail. The second vaccine. I am Pfizered up to the max. Therefore I must be English. The French are struggling. Mainly with their president being the most obstructive tosser since… pick one. He stated yesterday that ‘he regrets rien’ in that obnoxious French way they have of saying that. Unfortunately, as a consequence of his bipolar stance on vaccines, its left to the rest of the population to regret plenty as they get locked down for a third time today.

But heh, not my problem. I’m ‘done’. I’m jabbed to the max. I am INVINCIBLE!!!!

I hope.

Happy Easter Weekend.

A xxxx