Sunday 13th December 2020

The huge news is that a leading Poor Little Rich Gay has been delivered from the Covid-19 and we can almost dare to hope it’s time to order the carriages for the drive to San Paulo di Londra for the Service of National Thanksgiving in the Springtime.

Secondly the Gay Mother has had the vaccine – the first dose. She found out by chance there was a number you could ring, then go to the back of the hosp and wait in a queue out of doors. Forms to fill in, jab, sit for ten minutes, then home. After-effects: tired.

So what’s happened to the priority system? It was Lady St Ivel who told her about the mysterious phone number and she heard from a neighbour, not through being a Lady. An old man nearby on all known medication for being a massive red slab and 87 has been summoned to the Far West town for jabbing later this week. He’s not in a home either.

I was with the Gay Mother upon return from Madeira. The main event was a wren got in and wouldn’t go out again. The Gay Mother said they fly low and love dark corners. Their Latin name is Troglogdyte. In the end we just had to have faith that it had escaped from the bathroom.

One morning we had porridge at the Gay Mother’s because it was frosty. Otherwise the usual repast were taken, including tea.

She’s much preoccupied with Black Lives Matter. The Church Times is full of it. So we viewed  three massive TV dramas called Smallaxe about Black Lives with all the dialogue in Jamaican patois. One of them was people dancing for 25 minutes with music and nothing else. The Gay Mother kept saying, ‘I don’t understand what’s happening.’ There was a little bit of a Lesbian under-toe which I didn’t like to mention. It was the boldness of the filming style to have nothing happening for 25 minutes. Quite deliberate.  The other ones were about the Mangrove Cafe and a black policeman. I wish I’d known about the Mangrove Cafe and the court case in the 70s in all those years I lived near it but never dared to approach.

Otherwise my activities are below the horizon, being no longer in society.