Whilst the whole world is talking about Coronavirus some people take action. Like Big Richard at Tai Chi this morning. Affirmative action. He brought a hand sanitiser with him. So as we were throwing each other around, getting in each other’s faces, grunting, panting and grappling, his hands remained… sanitised! The rest of him (and not for nothing is he called ‘big Richard’) was under intense threat, but hands were safe. I went further and immersed myself, head to toe, in it, and inhaled a good blob up each nostril just to be safe.

The Israelis are on the verge of a vaccine. Always at the fore of medical innovation, they will have a ‘cure’ within months. Which will obviously be available worldwide. Except for students at SOAS, workers at the Co-op, Roger Walters and everyone else part of the ‘BDS’ campaign of boycotting Israeli everything. They’ll just have to either die of the virus or of a level of hypocrisy even more outstanding than the stupidity required to institute the BDS anyway, which generally causes adverse effects on way more Palestinian workers than it does to Israelis.

Lila has gone to Tenerife. With Joey. Flew this morning. Because where problems arise, where people are suffering, where disasters occur, normal people run away. Lila appreciated what the world needs and thus flew into the (one of many) eyes of the storm. She is Super-Lila! and will NOT be stopped from… well, from eating ice cream really, which she sees as the whole point of holidays. She too is making her stand. Joey can’t really stand yet, but supports her in spirit. She is like the Greta Thunberg of health. But nice. And sweet. And not at all annoying. Or punchable. Or Swedish.

And that left me here. With the virus everywhere and an appointment with the tennis court at 11. When it was positively pissing down. By 11.10 the rains had ceased (temporarily as it turned out), the sun had come out and the wind had risen to stupid levels of windiness. So we had a great game and ten minutes after we stopped the rains started once more. Storm Jorge. Because Spaniards can’t spell ‘George’. Or maybe George was used 4 storms ago. And apparently the main Met office is in Spain, so they get to name the storms. After Brexit we get to have storm Janet, John, Jane or Jennifer.

Happy stormy Saturday

A xxxx