Daniel and Michael got their booster jab and, in an impressive example of bureaucratic efficiency, their Covid certs the next day. They were both pretty miserable after actually (not as sick as I gather they’d have been if they’d got Moderna but they got Pfizer happily). We should probably have kept them home from school the day after. One of Daniel’s school mates managed to spray him with a tube of yoghurt. He therefore spent the day without his school jumper freezing in the sub-zero temperatures caused by open windows (Covid related). This didn’t help his recovery and although Michael was fine the following day, Daniel spent the day in bed. They’re both better now. The school sent us home a gift bag containing a tea light holder whittled by the woodwork class and a water bottle and pen stamped with the school crest. I am somewhat baffled by this but perhaps they are building up school spirit?
We live in a terraced house and we always hear the television of our (slightly deaf) older neighbours through the wall. The other night it was very loud and Mr. Waffle mused, “I wonder what they’re watching in Screen 2?” It reminded me of when I was younger and you could hear what was going on in the cinema next door in the multiplex. I think this is now a thing of the past and we can only welcome progress in this regard.
HIghlight of my week was going to the cheese shop and buying some Brillat Savarin. Not the purchase (although it is very much my favourite cheese) but the man behind the counter saying to me “Vous êtes française?” Non, but I cannot thank you enough for asking.
The worst thing to happen this week was the seemingly random murder of a young woman. I have a lot of thoughts about this and maybe I’ll write about it another time. There was a picture of her family on the front of today’s paper and it is heart breaking. I can’t think about it without crying.