Covid Koala is back on the windowsill

Chaos reigns within.

Reflect, repent, and reboot

Order will return.

(24-12-21) As of seven pm last night there is a Statewide mask mandate due to a French backpacker who flew into the State, just before the border clamped shut, and proceeded to visit cafes, nightclubs and other crowded venues.  He had tested negative to Covid before he flew in from Queensland and unknowingly infected five people.  Fortunately he used the SafeWA App so his contacts are being trace and tested.

The Mask Mandate will continue until 28 December and will then be reviewed.

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I took a break after the last paragraph and it is now Boxing Day.  We are in the middle of a heatwave; yesterday the temperature was 42 degrees and today is predicted to be 44 degrees.  I have very efficient air conditioning so it was good that the family all came to me for Christmas day.  After lunch we played a game which GB2 brought: very funny and not limited by such things as the number of players or political correctness.  I called a halt at 5.30 when Parsifal emerged to tell me that he was hungry and that it was past his dinnertime.

D1 and I had arranged for her to Skype me when she arrived home from her Christmas party (she is three hours ahead of us here in Perth) but I kept getting "slow connection.  Try again later" when she called me, so I tried again but no luck and this morning tried D1's mobile number and eventually reached her on the landline.  Obviously since the whole of Australia seems to be in lockdown now all the lines were busy.  It was a pity that the whole family were unable to get together but . . . maybe next year.

I have a wet towel over the poor worms as they are out on the balcony.  It could be worse; my balcony faces South but the air is stifling and no change in sight as far as I have heard and no sea breeze either.  Hopefully all the arsonists are sleeping off their 
Christmas dinners as the sky is clear of smoke.

The limerick:-

I knew a young lady named Clair

Who possessed a magnificent pair.

Or that's what I thought

'Till I saw one caught

On her brooch and began losing air.

I'm Triple Vaccinated . . .

 Errors have occurred.

We won't tell you where or why -

Lazy programmers!

I have been ruminating for a couple of weeks about the timing of the booster vaccination which is recommended for five months after the second dose of the Covid  vaccination.  Initially the recommended wait time was six  months and I had an appointment for that with my GP's Medical Centre but with the advent of the Omicrom variant the recommended time has been reduced to five months which was, for me, yesterday.

I had coffee with D2 this afternoon at a stand-up coffee shop next to my pharmacy and I asked her, in view of the fact that there is no Covid-19 here in Western Australia, if I should get my booster after five months.  Her recommendation was to get it at five months, which was yesterday, so after she left to get her hair cut I popped into the pharmacy to find out my options.

I was told that they had been busy with vaccinations all day but that everyone had now gone and that there was one dose left which I could have if I wanted it. So I was vaccinated then and there and feel much better having made the decision to get it done early.

The State is going to open up on February 5 so it will be back to masks, social distancing, masks on empty trains and buses, Covid Koala back on the window sill and the hassle of contact tracing which is almost the only use I have for my Smart Phone (its other use is for banking) which is why I now, against all my instincts,  walk around The Centre with my phone in my hand  -  something which I vowed I'd never do.  

Parsifal managed to get himself shut in my saucepan drawer this afternoon  -  don't ask me how  -  and only alerted me when he started rattling the saucepans. 

The Limerick:-

Said a girl, "This may sound idiotic

But I find sex in cars most exotic.

I've always adored

Making love in a Ford

For I'm really quite auto-erotic!"

Four Months Without a Post

 Rather than a beep

Or a rude error message:

These words: "File Not Found".

We are back to computer haiku, an echo of a long distant past in lieu of the Life Gets Tejus verses.  Life is still tejus as Western Australia is still in almost total lockdown due to the Corona Virus.  We have had almost no cases here and those were mostly returning travelers who had to spend time in quarantine.  However, the lockdown is due to end in a month or so but with rules and masks and unvaccinated people will not be able to work.

I have finally mastered my banking under the new rules imposed by my new modem and limits on the amount I can pay from the account without having to use the Smartphone which I had to buy to get the authenticator in order to be able to do online banking (if you follow that) and for the most part it is now just as it was in the olden days.

I have also found out how to answer my Smart Phone; it is a swipe from the bottom left to the top right and the phone is also useful as I have my vaccination record available to show if asked when we come out of lockdown.  To download that I had to tackle the MyGov site which, hitherto, I had tried to stay well away from;  but needs must and I can now access all the injections I have had over the last ten years or so.

I am going to revert to limericks which I have used before as the anthologies have the best ones and the modern ones are rather crass

The Limerick:-

There was a young man of Cape Horn

Who wished that he'd never been born;

And he wouldn't have been

If his father had seen

That the end of the rubber was torn.