1st April, 2021. 18th day of isolation.

Goodness, it’s freezing today. After 22 degrees yesterday we have come down to earth with a bump. Today it is 8 degrees with a biting wind. Yesterday we had a lovely curry lunch in the garden with the grandchildren and David. Ronnie and Maisie did some of my crossword puzzle and seemed quite taken with it. It is therapeutic though.

Today I walked to my chiropractic session where tests have revealed some improvement to my posture. I am due one more assessment. I have told them that I will pause further “treatment” until I have had a scan. I rang my GP who is going to make an appointment for a CT scan on my right knee. There is enough information in my notes to take further action and I will be contacted in due course.

Our spat with Europe continues. My cousin Petra says that there have been 7 deaths which have been caused by blood clots on the brain for which they are blaming the astra/zennica vaccine. I told her that it was not logical: out of over 3 million jabs the odds are infinitesimal even if it was to blame. We are all still better off not dying of Covid if we have the vaccine. People do get blood clots under normal circumstances. I had them in my lungs some years before but covid did not exist. Maybe, looking back, I could blame the fish and chips I had on he Friday before. We are going for our second vaccine jab on Sunday. No worries.

We haven’t fallen for any April Fool pranks today and are eagerly awaiting our £1,000,000 inheritance from a Nigerian prince who, it seems, is a long lost cousin, Fakir Nooz.

We went to watch Ronnie tonight, attending his first cricket practice of the season. It was very cold but despite that, it was a very good turnout. I was wearing thin tracksuit bottoms and Jenny thought I was mad. David was wearing shorts.