A2 went for the Covid jab and Salvation Army shopping experience today. Changes: very few punters, you no longer get a certificate and the nurse calls it a sharp prick instead of a sharp scratch or a little prick. And the wall of the long departed Jabberwock has been painted over again. [Aside: A1’s id number at boarding school was 37. But he had nothing to do with this. Honest.]
A2 is reading Tom Lake* by Ann Patchett, featuring three sisters in a cherry orchard.
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