It is cold outside, but outside is the only place where I see and talk to anyone other than Himself. The current Covid death toll means that we are being ultra careful and no-one has been inside our house for months. Thank goodness for my new fun fur coat, a present from a daughter! It reminds me of my mother's voluminous old beaver coat. In it I look like a bear about to hibernate - but a warm bear, so that's okay.
For the first time ever we are going to be having Christmas without any family or friends around us. Government rules would allow us to meet but we have made our decision. It seems unwise just to throw caution to the wind after having been so careful all year. I think that we shall be eligible for a vaccine fairly early on in the New Year. (Elderly - moi! Decrepit - how dare you!)
When we and half the country have been jabbed we shall party. There will be many reasons to get together. The village plans a big party to welcome newcomers to our small community, we have friends whose deaths this year we intend to commemorate in style and other friends who have been successfully dealing with cancer treatments. Bur really we don't need any excuse at all just to PARTY.
