A year ago our smallest grandson was very ill with the post-Covid disease this article talks about.
I think it maybe took him more than the six months the article says it takes for children to recover. He seems fine now, running round as toddlers will, but every time he has a rash or runs a temperature we wonder if it’s something related to last year. He was lucky though: check-ups show there seems to be no heart damage.
And now they are wondering about the final stage of releasing us from the lockdown. As cases rise here and there - more here in Greater Manchester than in other places - we wait to see if the 21 of June will set us free. It’s another case of watch this space.
Meanwhile Mr Johnson has sneaked off and married Carrie What’s-her-name, now Mrs Johnson. There has been some speculation about bow they managed a Catholic church wedding as Mr Johnson is twice divorced. But his previous marriages were Anglican church services and so in the eyes of the Catholic church he wasn’t really married at all. There you go! Of course, there is also speculation that this is another dead cat, diverting our attention away from Mr Cummings’ revelations/accusation. If that’s the case, it’s rather a shame for poor Carrie. Even Tory ladies deserve to have a special day! But am I really bothered? Well, no!
Here’s Michael Rosen on the Cummings spill-it-all on Thursday:-
“Dear Dominic
Your ghastly display yesterday in which you tried to turn the whole thing into a charivari of machiavellianism will fail. I will ensure that what happened will be seen as nothing more than occasional but understandable slip-ups. Die, worm, die!
Vivat Boris Rex
Boris”
It’s a fine Bank Holiday weekend. The sun is shining in a clear blue, cloudless sky. Phil has cut the grass. The family is coming round for dinner later. Time to get the garden chairs out. All’s (reasonably) well with the world!
Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!
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