Me & the Corona virus in Salisbury

Another sunny day today, I went to Spar shop yesterday to get an apple crumble as I forgot to pick up a dessert in Tesco. I saw my friends James and Rachel at the bus stop by the clock tower. He had the Pizer jab at the cathedral, when am I going to get mine? Sat upstairs as the bus was busy, I want to photograph an NHS sign I've seen on Tournament road.  Mum said she heard a loud bang the other night which woke her up with a jump, it must have been loud for her to hear it as she is deaf.  She thought it was in the room, dad said he never heard anything. An unexploded bomb was found on Saturday at Exeter uni on Friday. So lots of people had to evacuate their homes, while the bomb squad came out. The explosion was probably heard right across Exeter, that's just one bomb that must have been terrifying during a raid. Hitler wanted Exeter raised to the ground, but we stood firm. The Luftwaffe used Salisbury cathedral as a marker point on their way to London and back. The red spire...

Glorious sunny day today, while waiting at the bus stop  I saw two magpies having a conversation.  I don't speak magpie but they seemed to be answering each other in their language, I'm very superstitious and salute when I see a magpie.  People probably think I'm nuts, but who cares. Lovely pink clouds last night as I waited for the bus home, I can see Harnham from the top of Festival Avenue and the TV mast. Television sets stopped working once one evening all over Salisbury because a cow was rubbing her bum against the mast, wonder she didn't get electrocuted. Vaccinations of over 50's people are happening quickly now, I'm hoping to get mine soon.  I'm thinking of visiting Teignmouth in May Monday-Fri, and then Fri-Monday in Exmouth. It will be chaotic in June-July, if people behave themselves then we can get out of this, bet I guarantee you there will be Covid idiots who'll try and wreck it.   The government say pub gardens could open as early as April...

My generation is the last to ride chopper bikes, the last to be able to climb tree's before health and safety stepped in.  We are the last to remember the power cuts during the 1970s when suddenly during the evenings in Salisbury, the lights in houses would go out without warning plunging us all into total darkness.  this was down to the electricity board going on strike, we never knew when the lights were going to go out.  My parents had lots of candles lit which made it quite eerie,! don't think I'd do very in the days before electricity was discovered.  I might because I wouldn't know anything else.   We are the last to wear flared trousers ( bell-bottomed jeans ) and platform shoes.       Are we known as generation X? That played cassette music on huge radio's and ran the risk of the tape tangling up inside the radio.  I remember this happening a couple of times, I had to use a pencil stuck in one of the holes to reel it back; t...

  Another instalment of my boring life.  Boris Johnson is trying to pave a roadmap out of lockdown, lots of promises for March, perhaps there may be light for us all at the end of this damned nightmare.   Now normally if my bag isn't too heavy, I try to sit upstairs on the top deck of a bus. I'll try not to touch for Windows especially if they are all steamed up, because I am so worried that the condensation may be called by people's breath, and anyone can breathe on those windows who are infected with the coronavirus. Sometimes while waiting at the bus stop at Bemerton Heath, I occasionally hear a train going along the railway line. All the kitchens in the houses bordering the line along Pullman Drive start to vibrate as trains rush past.   This is the London to Penzance line. I had a friend called Rose who used to live in one of the houses, and every time the London train went past all her plates used to rattle together. I  always know it's coming to...

I seem to spend most of my days at drafty bus stops waiting for the R1 to turn up. Was waiting by the clock tower in Fisherton street Saturday, one didn't turn up!  A bitterly cold day and when did come it was full. I wasn't allowed to sit next to anyone, nor stand up. I couldn't go upstairs because my trolley was too heavy full of shopping. In the end, I stupidly hoisted my trolley upstairs because no one would help me, and damaged my back. A man very kindly helped me off with my bag at Winding Way, but it was two stops away from where I wanted to get off. I was going to Lidle to do my parents shopping but had to rest my bloody back instead. The nurse has been coming to see dad which is good. One of them is related to his cousin Doreen, I will do dad's family tree when the lockdown is over. They say the R rate is going down, but every time we relax, the Chinese virus spikes again; wish it would piss off for good.

I received a phone call from dad yesterday saying he was coming out of the hospital about lunchtime. He came back about 12.30-1 pm, he's lost a lot of weight and was very emotional. The last time I saw him cry was when Jinky our dog died, great to have him back again. Dare I mention the red ankle socks with a white pattern? A nurse came to check her mover, looked at the bathroom and asked dad to try the stairs. I hope he's ok, trying to get help from Age Concern. Bloody cold today, went up shop to get a paper. Also went to town to do a load of shopping, there was an icicle hanging off the bus shelter a reservoir in Yorkshire froze solid.  There is a fire on Dartmoor tonight the orange Glow can be seen as far away as Plymouth! I'm staying back at mine tonight, so I hope things will be quiet. When I stay at mum's, I kick the duvet off; I think the silly thing slides off anyway every time I move.

I heard an engine of a long haul flight go over last night, as the sound vanished into the distance I wondered if it was coming or going from Heathrow airport.  There was white stuff all over the pavement this morning which I couldn't understand until I had to go out to the Human Henge meeting; it was snowing slightly so just as well I had my Russian hat on. Many funeral parlours have a huge backlog in burying  Covid victims, one has waited up to two months and beyond to get her father buried. I know mums worried and so am I, I'm hoping to get some help from Age Concern.  Dad says he's going to show me photo's from their wedding in 1968.  Time passes by so fast, it seems like only yesterday that we were at all together at Clifton Road.   Most of the people at my parent's wedding are now dead and soon I'll be on my own, St Paul's church is still there.  Aunt Kitt, Aunt Maria, gran and grandad, great aunt Francis, they are all gone now but I'll see them ...

I'll be glad when dad gets out of the hospital, I was leaving the big Tesco when he phoned me. Mum keeps saying she's fed up and depressed and it's doing my head in.  I had a thumping headache one morning after eventually dropping off like I'm being punished for falling asleep. I haven't been sleeping very well so I rang up 3 swans for advice, I'm picking something from Wells pharmacy on Monday; couldn't on Saturday as they close at 1 pm. I hope it hasn't got valium in it, or I'm not taking it! I'm expected to sit in the chair all day long and I can't do that, I'm fed up myself listening to mum's woes all the time. I know I should be more understanding, but it's getting me down. I've rang Age Concern to see if we could use their services. I have to make phone calls for mum as her hearing aids aren't working, and decide to pack up when needed most.   Don't get me wrong, I love my mum but I feel like I'm expected to ...

I am very saddened to say that Captain Tom Moore was killed by Covid 19, this has brought tears to my eye's.  He did so much for the NHS raising a lot of money.   The national treasure, who was knighted last summer following a heroic fundraising effort for NHS charities, passed away on Tuesday morning.   This disease is so cruel, his poor family must be feeling bloody awful.   An inspiration to many Brits who have spent much of the last year locked down, the World War Two veteran has come to represent triumph in the face of adversity.   Doing laps of his garden in Bedford with the help of his zimmer frame to mark his 100th birthday last April, he went on to raise over £30 million; and now he's gone.   Captain Tom was admitted to Bedford Hospital on Sunday and died just hours after being surrounded by his family, including daughter Lucy on FaceTime on Monday night. A physio rang this morning about dad doing the stairs, we may have to...