Pandemic days

I'd started to quite like having a day a week working quietly from home, but working from home full-time again is quite another matter and it took me far too much of today to actually get my head into work mode, via an incautious cup of coffee which gave me the jitters rather than waking me up and then a couple of cups of soothing turmeric and cocoa infusion (today's offering from my tea advent calendar).

T had his booster today and came back to report that the local vaccination clinic was theoretically doing walk-ins but were so busy that the chances of actually getting a walk-in jab were fairly slim. I verified this myself when I went to pick up a prescription and some lateral flow tests (having had my anxiety exacerbated by hearing that the online delivery service had run out completely) from the pharmacy next door and saw the queue snaking round the building and car park. I will wait for my booked appointment on the 22nd, though it's a bit galling to see people whose second jabs were after mine getting boosted first. But that's what happens when Boris Bloody Johnson goes all out to try to get people to think "oh, good old Boris, he got me my booster" rather than "total scumbag who clearly doesn't give a jot about anyone but himself and thinks the rules don't apply to him".

And it all feels very Groundhog Day.