Into the light

 Into the light

It is now May and the bitter cold persists. April was the coldest for almost 100 years and the third lowest average temperature since records began since 1884.

And yet,  finally, with the long , sunny, dry days my spirits are lifting. I feel myself moving forward into the golden glow of hope and optimism.

My diary is once more full with family gatherings, walks with friends, coffee and lunch dates. The infection rate is so low that fear has vanished and whilst in theory the UK waits for permission to move into the second stage of lockdown easing, in practice life as we once knew it is taking shape once more.

I see my beloved grandchildren regularly and with each precious date my heart fills once more with joy. We play, we laugh, we cuddle and hug once more, freed from the anxious worry of the past winter months. We stay outside in accordance with Covid rules.... as much as possible. 

 There is a lightness in the air everywhere. The number of Covid deaths nationally is in single figures and infection rates continue to decline. Two thirds of the adult population have now had their first vaccination. 

I have now had both mine, my second Pfizer jab appt 10 weeks after the first, well within the 12 week window. Yes, it makes me feel secure. Maybe more than it should given it is not yet fully tried and tested. It also makes me feel selfish. So much of the world has yet to receive any vaccinations and this will no doubt come back to haunt us all.

India's Covid crisis deepens, the double mutant variant is highly infectious. This week a delegation invited hereby our despicable joke of a PM  to attend a G7 summit in London brought with it two members who have now tested positive.  India is a red list country, anyone should be in a quarantine hotel not attending face to face meetings designed to promote our Brexit obsessed Government. 

So far it seems there is no spread but God forbid there is,  as this would be the ultimate irony. A reoccurrence of Covid introduced by a Government who take credit for "winning the battle" here in the UK would be beyond words appalling.   

This week though  I am focusing on the present, drinking in the beauty of spring blossoms, gazing in delight at carpets of bluebells, immersing myself in the immediacy of being with my family. Leaving behind the empty months, the dark barren times and stepping out into the light. 

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