A day of sunshine and clouds, and a little warmer than it has been for a while, though nowhere near what's expected for July. Meanwhile, parts of southern Europe have temperatures of more than 40C, double what it is here. While I'd like it to be a bit warmer, I'm content not to be abroad at the moment.
After breakfast I went to the Eucharist at St Catherine's. There were eight of us today. At coffee Paul told us about catching covid the previous week and needing to self isolate again. The virus hasn't gone away. People are still getting sick enough to be admitted to hospital and are dying because of it, though there are fewer fatalities. Fewer people are bothering to test for covid when they feel ill, just encouraged to take a few days off work and avoid situations in which they can pass it on. Without the pandemic panic pressure, how many will do the right things? Society has learned to live with seasonal 'flu and its fatalities for the vulnerable. The consequences of covid infection can be even worse for anyone with poor immune systems but it seems we must learn to live with it sensibly as it's become an endemic infection.
We had a delicious salmon soup for lunch, very colourful containing beetroot, peas and potatoes. For the rest of the evening I worked on revising editing the final half a dozen chapters of my novel. On checking back through this blog, found that I started writing it on 24th October 2019, in Oxwich Bay. It took exactly thirteen months to complete. The revision and editing has happened in fits and starts since then, and two years have elapsed until last week when I finally got around to finishing it. At last, I have a full length draft worth printing for others to read.
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