20th September, 2021. 556 days since our first lockdown day.

The kitchen is not yet finished but it is mainly due to the injuries suffered by Jason the fitter. There are some small adjustments to make. The tiling is still to be arranged.

Jim’s allergy is still causing him problems in Romania. It is ragweed season which is longer this year than normal. Thank goodness I have no such allergies as it must be awful to have to stay indoors simply because of pollen in the air.

Max Verstappen is a bully and should be held to account for the crash with Louis Hamilton last weekend. Whose fault it was is a matter for debate but at the time, Hamilton was still in his car and Verstappen just got out of his car and simply walked away without checking on Hamilton’s condition. A callous and nasty decision. Hopefully he will get more than the pathetic 3 grid position penalty.

It seems that travel rules as regards the UK have been altered to make it easier for us double jabbers to come back home. We will look at going to Romania but will ask Sally to check the rules for us. They are after all, experts. At least we don’t have that problem with travelling back from Scotland, which is just as well as we await the visit of Bill and Irene on Friday. As a result, I will miss the Junior Cottingham Cricket Club presentation night on Friday but at least David will be able to go and take a few photos for us.

We are all still being affected by Brexit. There are already food shortages due to the lack of HGV delivery drivers. These are in turn affected by the return to their home countries of many foreign drivers. Local bus services are being reduced for the same reason. Drivers are going elsewhere and East Yorkshire bus services are 70 drivers short with only 20 trainees to replace them. This is all going to end badly and we are definitely due for a bout of panic buying. It seems daft that there is no food shortage as such. With farmers digging crops back into the earth, next year may in fact produce actual shortages. I can’t wait. Boris and his mates continue to line each other’s pockets whilst reducing the incomes of the poorer Brit by increasing National Insurance payments and withdrawing the Universal Credit. Now I know what a double whammy really is! He has to go but I believe he is getting to like the job and he won’t go until he is rich enough or until Carrie says he can.

Ronnie played football on Friday night at Pocklington under floodlights. We left with 10 minutes to go when they were losing 3-1. David’s Ex was there and posted on Facebook what a great game it was. Well, not the game I was watching. I thought they were poor on this occasion.

David moved house this weekend. It is a 4 bedroom town house with four bedrooms so he and the kids have one each. There are 4 bathrooms. Perfect. Jenny and me (a bit) have been there a couple of days emptying boxes and doing a few DIY jobs. He and the grandchildren can now live there properly.