Locked out

Bloody COVID has really screwed things up again, with so many people’s Christmas plans thrown into disarray.

I feel very sorry for the Northern Beaches band that’s been targeted by trolls. There’s no indication they’ve done anything wrong, but that hasn’t stopped people bombarding them with abuse.

I am so curious to learn how COVID arrived at Avalon RSL, it’s a bit whacked that the government still can’t get to the bottom of it. Although, speaking of bottoms, there was no COVID in the sewerage at Avalon on December 10. So someone brought it in after that.

As a result, we won’t be doing our family lunch on Wednesday, as my parents are terrified of catching it. Hopefully my kids will get to see their other grandparents and cousins on the South Coast, if the current restrictions stay in place. They’ll be getting COVID tests this afternoon just to set everyone’s minds at rest.

I don’t quite know what to do with myself with my beloved Northern Beaches – and DD – locked down. That – and the rain – put a bit of a dampener on my weekend. While DD hadn’t visited any of the COVID spots, he got a test on Friday that came back negative on Saturday.

I’m not 100% sure, but think I can still visit him on compassionate grounds. To be on the safe side, I decided to spend yesterday clearing out the back room, getting some Christmas stuff done and driving the kids around so that they don’t have to be on public transport. Not as much fun as a glass of rose on his deck.

Oh, and the kids and I amused ourselves on Saturday night by doing an “Are you a narcissist?” test. Par-tay! Fortunately we all scored low on the narcissism scale.

Despite the restrictions, there is plenty to be thankful for – at least none of us are in isolation for Christmas Day … at this stage. I feel so sorry for the people who are. But you have to keep your sense of humour, which is why I loved this video from Jimmy Rees:

Also, my weekend ended so beautifully, with this sunset on an evening walk …