Lockdown week number#? God knows. I have spent the whole week thinking it was May and wondering why my laptop kept flipping to June. 
arghh. 
The Pilates pretzel position is still causing issues as I untangle the pretzel I try to mute the zoom all in one flowing manoeuvre. That is the zoom does not mute, the husband emerges from his shower and the class-from-France laugh. I made some pretzels. Not great. Somewhat like my Pilates. More practice required.

Other than pilates-by-zoom, zooming into Birmingham for research team has been a revelation. Who knew that even erudite Professors of Medical Research flick their gaze outside every time a new car or person or parcel arrives. I made her laugh by showing her my gopro. Oh said I, I am recording the bin lorry for my grandson with it.

Seriously? she replied.

Well yes , but in my vagueness I had left it on all morning. Random traffic people and cats and even a hedgehog appeared to fill my memory card. Help. Lock-down shielding is driving me nuts. 

Inevitably nearly 3 weeks of no infection after Jerome’s intervention of May, I began to feel distinctly crap about 10 days ago. MSU was duly sent off via GP. There is now a bin to place it in which conveniently avoids the Rottweiler receptionist. Doing the killer antibiotic gentamicin at home, with my big syringe… then onto antibiotic tablets with Jerome’s help. No sooner had I started than the pewkiness  hit. The very lovely Mrs Allergy Consultant with Jerome, swapped messages. They came up with a solution and urged me to keep taking the tablets but with some stuff to stop the pewks. I am negotiating with Rottweiller on that one! so I’ve stopped the antibiotics for now. eek.

As an aside, Mrs Allergy Consultant messaged me to say that the word pewky was not one she was aware of. She said the dictionary thought the word was in relation to a wild party goer. The nausea bit was further down the list! We laughed and laughed.

In Westminster, Boris had said he would tell the shield people what the plan was to be on 15th June. Fortunately I thought I was in May! But alas Boris appears to have forgotten the shielders. Having sent us spam, spam, spam and more lovely spam. Boris added us to his spam list and now it would seem we are ignored.

Have you got anything without spam?

Well, the spam, eggs, sausage and spam
That’s not got much spam in it

I don’t want any spam! ( Monty Python)

Mr Lung Consultant rang to ask if I was ok. Checking I was shielding and not being tempted out. He says his own antibody test came back negative, But he reckons he has been exposed to Covid since at least January when patients were seen, no masks etc but who subsequently tested Covid positive. It’s all a buggers muddle really.