Thank You For The Vaccine

Guess what happened, my friends, I’ve just had the first dose of covid vaccine!

I didn’t even expect it, in fact when I tried to book through NHS website last weekend, it didn’t let me continue, even though I’m of eligible age. Then, only a few days later, I received a letter from NHS informing me I can now book, so I did–and now I’ve had the first jab.

In the waiting room.

I’m so lucky to live only a walking distance from the vaccination centre.

Thank you to everyone who has worked on the vaccine, thank you NHS and everyone else involved with vaccinating us. The guy who gave me the vaccine was wearing a St John Ambulance shirt, so thank you to St John Ambulance and your amazing volunteers. You are the superheroes of the real world.

My second jab is due in July, incidentally on my godson’s birthday. Surely a good sign!

Random and Weird Phone Shots – Subscribe To Their What?

I was walking down a street–Peter Street, to be precise, in this our city of Manchester–coming back from Castlefield (see my previous two posts) when I spotted this:

Impossible is, according to their description on Google “Whimsical nightspot with a theatre and gin bar, serving Asian street food–inspired pub grub”. As all similar places are now, it’s closed, because you know.

It’s funny and sad at the same time.

One day, this too shall pass.

Or I bloody hope so.

2020 Recap

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Seriously

Sign on the floor in the Arndale shopping centre in Manchester.

At the entrance to my local park where I spent so much walking this year.

Sign at the door to my launderette. It makes it very clear.

Sign on the side of Selfridges department store, a popular spot for sitting. I mean the side of the store is popular spot for sitting, not the actual store. So they put the sign there for people not to sit there.

Narrator’s voice: nevertheless, they still sat.

Sign on the Metrolink tram.

Construction site. The sign is also concealing a wheelbarrow, which was parked further up the road, after the yellow barriers in the distance. You know how I love my wheelbarrows. See what this virus is doing!

Hand Sanitiser Tied To A Tree

You can’t get more 2020 than this picture.

Of course, you find hand sanitisers at all sorts of places these days but what’s funny about this one is that it’s installed there temporarily. As you are no doubt able to observe, these are market stalls. Markets in Piccadilly Gardens only open Wednesday to Saturday (maybe Sunday, but I have no idea, I’ve not been to town on a Sunday in years). So when the markets are not there, neither is the hand sanitiser. I just love it so much.

Quarantine Cat

Staying at home not only helps save lives, it also gives one an opportunity to snap some neat cat pictures. My living room faces east, so gets the morning light. Light is most essential when you have a black cat, it also shrinks the pupils in her eyes, making them greener. Normally I would be at work at this time.

Here are some pics of Pepper supervising me while I’m homeworking.

Those damn birds outside.

Wearing the ribbon with a little bell from Lindt chocolate Easter bunny.

Are you serious?

Manchester In Lockdown

I took a few pics of Manchester after lockdown while I was still going to work (I’m classed as a key worker).

Piccadilly Gardens:

Pigeons have now taken over the town (I’ve seen that happen before, albeit briefly), though I wonder how they’ll get fed, as with no people in town eating, there are no crumbs left for them.

Is there any better sign of the bleakness of the times we live in than a closed McDonald’s?

Market Street:

Written in chalk on the pavement:

Entrance to Arndale from Exchange Square.

Printworks–I’ve never seen it shut down in all the 17 years I’ve lived in Manchester.

Well, here’s your gloomscapes, the Universe whispers to which I respond: I did not want this! I only like it when it’s fictional! I only to like to imagine it!

I used to joke often about the upcoming end of the world, never did I imagine it would happen for real. In the future, we will talk about the before and after. Everyone will know someone who has lost someone to the virus.

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Bastille, Pompeii

The only way is to hope that the world will change for the better–and work towards it.