Well here we are in mid November in our second lockdown. Dominic Cummings has left Downing Street for good…Brexit is still not sorted…Des O’Connor has died…and an Islington baptism service was halted this morning because it broke lockdown rules. On a more positive note, the number of new cases appears to be falling nationally and locally, and a new type of RNA vaccine is near to getting approval – pharmaceutical giant Pfizer believes it’s close. There may a glimmer of light at the end of a very long dark tunnel.
On the home front, since I last wrote, the OLGBT MIND-MATTERS PROJECT has gotten under way. We’ve had two successful dance workshops with inspirational Rachel Lines and we enjoyed our first singing workshop with the fabulous duo from the Boat Band, Kate and Greg. Last by by nomeans least…the first batch of B-Arts Bags of Friendship – materials for our first craft activity… bookmaking bookmaking with dymanic Deborah Rogers – have been delivered ready for our introductory tutorial on Wednesday.
Preparations are well underway for a public online performance of original pieces created by members of the Inky Cloak Digital Drama Group. At a ‘stagger through’ last Friday there were innumberable technical issues. My piece, which I thought I’d trimmed considerably, turn out to be by far the longest…at almost twice the targeted length. No doubt it will all be alright on the night. Regardless, it has been a wonderful experience. learning and working with such a lovely bunch of talented people. The proposed performance date is on the evening of Thursday 10 December. If you would like an invitation, please let me know.
Healthwise, I’m getting used to phone and video consultations. I’ve had my flu jab and I’m due a shingles vaccination in a week’s time. I didn’t know until I was offered the jab…that people who had chicken pox when they were children are at risk of getting shingles in old age. Tomorrow, I switch my HIV regimen…substituting Decovy for generic Kivexa.
Unsurprisingly, I received a letter from Matt Hancock and Robert Jenrick advising me, as a clincally extremely vulnerable person, to go into hibernation, stay at home, lock the door and not let anyone in. Thankfully, I can abide by the rules and still meet people everyday…albeit online.
I’ve ordered a chicken for Christmas lunch…Let’s hope Boris doesn’t doing anything to prevent that.