My local council have been in touch to say that I’m to shield again. Oh yes, they used The Actual Word. Reminded me of how to contact them & all the things I mustn’t leave the house to do (to be fair, they included advice on how to get them done from home) & said I’d be getting my letter from HMG (apparently not thinking that if they were emailing me I’d probably have had The Letter in soft copy as well).
Suppose at least we’re not being texted with instructions to do sudoku by an open window this go round?
All go here this week between advent New Tumble-Dryer (door-catch on one my parents got in 1979 finally gave up last month) yesterday & Tesco shop coming today to say nothing of Gastro appointment yesterday & GP today leading to an awful lot of back & forth with the hospital today as my consultant’s Cunning Plan is, er... well, it’s a lovely idea, but a bit marred by a drug shortage. And I have A Policy about not spending my birthday or Christmas in hospital that is in danger of being broken if things don’t get sorted, er, tomorrow, basically. So that adds a certain “excitement” to things. For “excitement” feel free to read terror or horror or absolute panic. Something a bit more like that...
@Egghead68 it’s as well-written as usual/as most government communiqués, so... 
@QueenPaws I’m sorry you’d such a rough time when you attempted venturing out... I’m actually slightly worried about just how much my yearning for a cattle-prod & the right to use it with impunity while navigating London has increased. Just now it’s less “for the love of all that’s good & holy stop clarting up the place & let me move at a speed that doesn’t make me want to howl in pain” & more “remove your potentially germy personage from my personal space”
It feels like a distant dream, almost, doing the simplest things utterly unthinkingly. Very glad you’re able to WFH & have an understanding (whatever that’s motivated by!) boss though, at least.
@SwankySharky
I’m so sorry you were made redundant. It’s exceptionally crap, really.