Nothing to see here . . .

We have finished our Christmas Cards and now await the cards from people we have omitted or didn’t expect. We are also fortunate in that the Postie will take items to be posted, and does not simply deliver. Thus I have been up and outside at 8.00 am on the last two days putting the cards out ready. The weather has been dry and made this possible. The dire warnings from everywhere about the ready transmissibility of the Omicron variant of Covid 19 have made us take this precaution even though I think I could perfectly well get to the post box without meeting anyone.

These same precautions make us reluctant to go to our Post Office. There is nothing wrong with our Post Office, indeed it is very good, but it is situated right at the back of a busy newsagent, stationer and wool shop. No doubt they have “social distancing” arrangements in force but I am sure these would lead to queues forming, and standing about in a queue is just not possible for me, so we cannot easily send cards that require postage calculations.

This is where Facebook Messenger, Whats App and basic SMS come in useful as if the other party is contactable by any or all of these you can send greetings speedily and at no cost except the fees you have already paid.

Our car buying or swapping adventure seems to have died on its feet. The garage was going to bring it round “on a dry day” for us to try, but hasn’t, my wife seems to have lost interest, my attempts to jolly things up a bit have run into the sand, so I shan’t mention it again.

My new camera has arrived and I have been getting to grips with it. It is certainly more complicated than I expected, but I shall enjoy using it one day – since it arrived we have had dreich weather or very cloudy days – par for the course in December – when no camera in the world can do anything but photograph greyness. A few snaps indoors have been enough to show that it all works OK, and I have succeeded in downloading and installing a firmware update, which was not the easiest thing to do.

Tomorrow is Tesco delivery day. We are now told, in the newspapers, that we must expect staff shortages as people contract the Omicron variant and thus, logically, we must expect the delivery system to be at sixes and evens.

About Ian

Retired Clergyman, and former RAF person. Lives in SW Scotland. One wife. Two children, three grandchildren and two great grandchildren scattered across UK, Europe and the USA.
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