Retired from work - but NOT from life!

Well I fucking never!!!!!!!! Talk about bad to fucking worse!!! 57 days after the first case of recorded Covid-19 in the UK we as a country are locked down........... It's almost beyond comprehension isn't it!!??  Myself in particular things went slightly from bad to worse with a return to hospital 3 days after being discharged, only this time my Asthma was really in overdrive and the big guns were wheeled out, i,e: Strong drips and other shag me dead strong medication 🙈  Another 7 days confined to the brilliant respiratory ward again, I was allowed home, you could tell things were ramping up at the hospital and there was an awful sense of waiting for the worst to happen, so I wanted to be home an d if the end of the world was coming I wanted it to be at home with my love.  Of course it doesn't seem like the world is ending but some people have definitely lost their marbles by the way they're behaving! Fucking idiots is one of the milder ones I've yelled at t

Well, this world is turning more bizarre by the minute don't you think?! I have become in awe at how fast this amazingly vibrant, travelling, economic world can suddenly become so insecure and vulnerable.  I think until last week, I was pretty much feeling the Corona Virus or Covid19 was 'out there' somewhere but of no real consequence to me personally.................. oh how that was to prove me wrong in a couple of ways!  Firstly, when we started to notice this now infamous panic buying starting in shops. Not our local shops where normal people shop normally (except for the chain chemist, but even they were letting us know if and when we could buy hand gel on line) but the supermarkets with its pile it high mentality.  Ok - confession time. I now understand this is how panic works. At home, I had a packet of 9 bog rolls and some in the bathrooms. Plenty normally. HOWEVER, should I just buy 1 or 2 extra packets??? Just in case?? What about popping an extra rice and an

I guess this photo of my Husbands Auntie Joan is typical of it's day, and probably fairly typical of most orders of service booklets for funerals for people of her years.  Although I'd only met her a couple of times, Auntie Joan appears to have been a fairly standard woman of her day; much loved by many, long marriage, 2 good sons and grandchildren. Artistic and proud of her handmade cards.  Auntie Joan didn't want a eulogy at her service - this was apparently made clear in a letter left and underlined! So I'm guessing there was steel behind the classy glasses of her time and that faint smile. The Vicar (a super chap who did Auntie Joan and the Church proud) spoke movingly about love and loss, and that to grieve means we also had to have loved.  Typically stoical middle Englanders in the assembled gathering who up until that point had been pretty dry eyed, started to shuffle tissues from pockets and gently sniff!  Beautiful browsing hymns were sung and then su