Nine Feet Underground

Not a lot to say that's especially exciting.  A day peppered with conversations, both textual and verbal, with friends, but outside of work, not much else to talk about. I have discovered that my passport has expired, which means I need to re-apply for a new, tragically blue, one, just in case the possibility of travel beyond the borders becomes possible again. The first step is a photograph, which is always easier said than done. I've also booked my car in to have three of the four tyres replaced, which will cost an eye-watering sum just ahead of Christmas. Another quiet evening with Frankie Boyle's tour of Scotland, dinner (alone) and a retreat to bed, ready to do it all again tomorrow. Neon Indian / 'Halogen (I Could Be a Shadow) ' / 'Era Extraña'   [[]]

Yep, work again! I need to finish some slides for a presentation I'm due to give on Friday, so it's going to be head down all day, I suspect.   Work in the afternoon was interrupted by a call from the practice manager at my GP surgery: they want to come out and give my wife the vaccine (Oxford / Astra-Zeneca) tomorrow.  Obviously I say yes and decide to ask about me, mentioning that I'd heard that carers were bumped up the list.  As she understood my wife's situation and was aware that I'm her main carer, she put me down for a dose of the Pfizer vaccine this coming Saturday.  Apparently despite there being a recommendation that carers (for family members) should be vaccinated early, this is still not in place in terms of the order of priority.  She said I should be in the current bunch by age (though oddly was not on the list) anyway, so she was happy to put me down on the list now. That good news aside, it's back to work - really pushing to finish the slid...