Just when I cannot think what to write in this bloody blog an idea forms. It help to write it down. So many tears this week. Friends who are so worried about their children and grandchildren. Friends who are finding the children they do have hunkered down with them at home, are a worry. Quite apart from piles of laundry, glasses everywhere, bottles of water everywhere, dishwasher not emptied, bins overflowing and screens, bloody screens everywhere, there are worries about mental health, undiagnosed untreated what to do?
As you know my list of outstanding issues is fairly long! Top three are finger ( bent at right angles) Tooth ( broken and with a drill bit in it) and bladder implant ( SNS) now so obsolete it must surely feature on Antiques Roadshow.  ‘ Now this’ as the panel gaze at the small battery and lead, this is a a a ……electronic medical device…value: £0. 
With an eye on the priority of Covid of course, all these issues are bottom of the pile. 
Dentist has opened again for business. But alas the oral surgeon referral has been delayed: he has gone on annual leave. No doubt deserved. . 

Finger referral locally is so delayed it will be next year before assessment. I paid to have a zoom consultation with a lovely Italian surgeon. He has referred me to a hand clinic. If no better he will operate. But wait for it…he’s on annual leave now.

I am going into London by train , breaking out of shield, to get a splint made to hold the finger until Italian returns. 

Bladder implant, SNS, I have had a letter from the hospital following the phone call consultation , next appointment April 2021. FFS. That is when the tears fell. Sheer frustration. An uti threatens too. So, What do I do ? 
But what about all the other people in the many queues, what on earth will become of the lumps the pains the silent diseases ? 
Not open for business is the slogan to be written.  

But just to prove I am ok and can still laugh I will let you into a secret. I have spent hours over lockdown learning to play the ukelele. Well that’s a joke. The lesson is on zoom, the 40 minutes is roughly split 20:80

Chatter being the 80%! My idea was and is to be able to play songs to the grandchildren. Well wheels on the bus may as well be what wheels on what bus! I do not think my strumming is recognisable but I have made a new friend none the less! Lessons are halted on account of the ever worsening finger.

The wheels on the bus fell off the bus, off the bus , off the bus.

The wheels on the bus fell off the bus….all Covid long.