Second test today, and still no result from the first one. This is worse than we expected. We are called every day by the NHS team of mostly bored young people who mainly garble a script that requires 3 or 4 ‘yes’ responses. I can’t blame them, they must be reading that same script over 100 times a day. There’s no effort to make sure that the respondents really are at home, keeping the quarantine rule. The first day Al answered my call. He knew I was doing Yoga practice, so he just said ‘She’s not available.’ OK, said the person at the other end, I’ll call tomorrow. Three times now we have asked for guidance over what we should do if our test results are not returned. We have had 3 different answers, only one of which is correct according to the Gov. Website. (Call 119 – they may supply another test, but that is not clear. Otherwise complete 14 days quarantine.). Actually, I wouldn’t mind that too much, but I need to start shifting quantities of ‘stuff’ out to the dump. And there are another 42 boxes of ‘stuff’ in our storage unit. Why? How? This is a lesson I am going to take into my future life. Two swimsuits are enough, or perhaps one too many.
I asked FB group FT Books Cafe for advice on how to deal with my hundreds of books and received over 40 mostly very helpful and supportive replies. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Final thought about testing.
I think there’s a saying – ‘a camel is a horse designed by a committee’. Well, in the case of track and trace, the committee was deaf and wearing a blindfold. And maybe had its feet tied together. Oh and if you really want a hollow laugh, try this: