Biting the bullet

Apart from some nasty flu-like symptoms, COVID is history for me. I hope I won't relapse, touch wood, and there won't be any lingering side effects or long-term consequences of this disease. The only interesting symptoms I've been experiencing after being infected with the virus are brain fog, disorganisation, constant fatigue, and sleepiness, which irritates me tremendously. Waking up in the morning is a challenge. Even though I've got so many nice plans and thoughts for the day, somehow, these plans vanish into thin air. The entire day is like a dream, and when I come round, it's already evening, and I can call it a day. Bloody brilliant. I must do something about it because it is beyond vexing. I know I must be patient and let my system fully recover from this infection; however, it's not always easy to do so.

Anyway, spring took over in December and sent winter to have some rest. Even though it is nice to go out without the expedition clothes, it is still not normal not to have freezing temperatures in December.

We have started to watch one of the greatest comedies of all time, One Foot in the Grave. I'm still amazed by the ingenuity of the creators of these shows! Mr Victor Meldrew is a brilliant old geezer, and Margaret, her wife, deserves the Nobel Prize for enduring her husband's whims and fancies. We saw the episode in which the car mechanics sang the famous song:
There's a bloke we can't stand any longer
Always on the bleeding moan
Every time we mend his bloody Honda
He's back grousing on the phone

First we fixed his car's ignition
Checked his brakes and clutch and then
Overhauled his whole transmission
He just brought it back again

Victor Meldrew
Victor Meldrew
He can stick it up his bum - Up his bum!
He can bugger off to kingdom come.

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