No more BJs for a time for BJ in blackpropaganda

Boris Johnson’s letter to every household in the UK has come through the door - poor postman has to go to every house - and it is a bit late now, since Boris did not take his own advice and as I write is in Intensive Care with the virus.

Of course, I hope he gets well - and does not think he has to rush back to work. He will need lots of rest - and although I don’t think much of his choice of ministers they will have work together to sort things out - rather than see this as an opportunity to further their careers - not that it is likely anyway.

I am glad to say life goes on as before here - still the basic schedule - although added sun today. Always thinking about the implications of getting the virus - and careful to socially distance - not that I walk a round with fingers crossed.

Sad to say that an old colleague died today - in a care home - but unlikely to be the virus - he had been declining - and had dementia. It was cruel that a man who lived on his wits and had a way with words had that taken away. He had had a full life, two marriages, four children - and much pork swordsmanship along the way. He could be boring and exasperating - but more often good fun - and always very kind. A complicated character.
The pity is that his family was not there - and will not ab able to have him buried as he should have been.

So keep safe!!