Another long night of good sleep, and with my mind a little fresher, I spent the morning writing a couple of sermons for next Sunday before lunch. The surgery phoned with an appointment for blood tests in ten days time, then I went there to collect my three monthly prescription and get it dispensed.
I finalised the eulogy for Carole's funeral and emailed to her nieces, hoping that I hadn't omitted anything. Within the hour I had a favourable response from both.
It's good to hear that the delta variant covid daily infection rate continues to drop. Although restrictions have been lifted, it seems a significant number of people haven't abandoned mask wearing indoors, and and continuing to be careful about socialising, and that is thought to make a difference to transmission.
It doesn't mean the covid death rate is diminishing again yet, although it's low now compared to before vaccination began, and covid hospital admissions seem to be reducing. It looks as if the government's liberalisation strategy is paying off at the moment, but to my mind it's still a gamble we could end up regretting. I hope I am proved wrong.
Just as worrying is the high number of drug related deaths in Britain, the worst in Europe, ten times more than in Portugal, which has decriminalised hard drugs and developed a 'public health' policy which allows addicts to inject freely in a safe hygienic environment, where they can get counselling and social support with the goal of rehabilitating people from drug abuse altogether. When will governments in the UK wake up and follow Portugal's example?
There was a broadcast on S4C this evening of highlights from this yesr's on-line Welsh National Eisteddfod, which Clare watched with interest, as it featured the novel writing prizewinner, and some young competitors reading their own wotk, I think. I wish my grasp of Welsh was good enough to make sense of what I see. Shamefully my minimal linguistic effort remains focussed on Spanish exercises. I don't find enough time to read.
At nine I walkes for an hour, down to the Taff and back in the twilight, very peaceful. And then up to bed.
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