Thursday 11 February
We woke this morning to a fresh sprinkling of snow on the ground and roofs. Nothing dramatic, more a gesture really. And as I drove to work the sun broke through the clouds and was so bright. Dazzlingly so.
It has been a productive day but people are noticeably numb to everything that is happening ‘out there’. I became numb to it a few days back now.
I couldn’t tell you how many new infections there are daily, or how many are hospitalised or in intensive care. I think the death rate is still pretty high. I do know that we have topped 115k Coronavirus deaths in the UK. I heard it accidentally on the radio. I choose not to have the news on for now.
We did get notified that we are due a vaccine and can book one right away because of the job we do. Not all teachers, just those that work with the most vulnerable young people. I’ve booked in for next Thursday morning in Colchester at the football stadium. Most of the time I go there to give blood, sweat and tears. The last two by supporting Colchester United, the first because I donate the red stuff and this is a donor venue. This time though, I’ll be having something out in me. Makes a change I suppose.
It’s a bit weird but I have started wondering which version of the jab I will get. I would prefer the Astra Zenecca one but couldn’t say why. Perhaps subconsciously I like the idea of it being invented at Oxford University? Maybe it’s because I don’t really fancy having something injected in to me that has needed defrosting first?
Anyway, interesting times.
The Bald Birder 