If we buy into the adage that this is a war on Covid, then it’s reasonable to say that the war is far from being won. The enemy is simply concentrating its guns elsewhere at the moment. Brazil, Mexico and India seem to be taking the brunt of it. For now.
Most of the over 50s and vulnerable in the U.K. have had their first shot now. In about a month to a month and a half, that first dose will offer pretty good protection. I’m two weeks away from being able to relax myself. Mrs P is three weeks away. I keep receiving reminders that patience is required. By this, I mean to say that people I know are still occasionally getting sick.
But still, my itchy feet need scratching. So I am booking stuff. Hotels in Malta for September. A National Geographic food festival in London for July. The Epic Iran exhibition at the V&A at the end of May. Alas, the Duran Duran concert in July that we booked ages ago has now been cancelled. But we’ve used the refunded money and invested in Historic House Association membership for the year.
Mrs P and I approach the future with optimism. With confidence. And, for now, with patience.
The Mexile 