Oh frabjous day!
Jul. 16th, 2021 07:08 pmI have received my second Covid vaccination, courtesy of a centre of great efficiency, which was something of a relief given that I want to spend as little time as possible indoors with the general population of Oxford at the moment, given our very high rates.* Less smooth was the drive there, which involved an annoying crawl due to a car accident blocking half a road, minor looking, but not ideal, and which took me home via the A34, so that I have now circumnavigated Oxford, and also seen 5 red kites.
Then I read Sense and Sensibility** in the garden and did a little chopping down of things, prior to a weekend on which I intend to do very little physical at all in the aim of trying to keep my body calm and not running off into weird reactions. I am very glad it is hot and I can just sit in the garden, as (a) I like sitting in the garden, and (b) post-Covid temperature regulation continues to make me feel cold whenever I am a bit low. 28C will at least make that less of an issue.
And to bring the two subjects together, I give you a sentence originally written of Fanny Dashwood and yet highly applicable to the Prime Minister and leader of the Conservative party: for when people are determined on a mode of conduct which they know to be wrong, they feel injured by the expectation of anything better from them.
Vanity, spite and misjudgment never really change.
*I took my best mask and only got back to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
antisoppist's message about a friend of a friend having caught it at the centre afterwards, which may be a good thing. And yet there is no proposal for a lockdown, unlike if we were a northern mill town, and despite the high levels of people who travel in and out of the place. Funny, that.
**It's a very long time since I have. Not Austen's finest, the bitchiness has not been quite refined down to the stiletto point that will later mark her, but enjoyable as she always is.
Then I read Sense and Sensibility** in the garden and did a little chopping down of things, prior to a weekend on which I intend to do very little physical at all in the aim of trying to keep my body calm and not running off into weird reactions. I am very glad it is hot and I can just sit in the garden, as (a) I like sitting in the garden, and (b) post-Covid temperature regulation continues to make me feel cold whenever I am a bit low. 28C will at least make that less of an issue.
And to bring the two subjects together, I give you a sentence originally written of Fanny Dashwood and yet highly applicable to the Prime Minister and leader of the Conservative party: for when people are determined on a mode of conduct which they know to be wrong, they feel injured by the expectation of anything better from them.
Vanity, spite and misjudgment never really change.
*I took my best mask and only got back to
antisoppist's message about a friend of a friend having caught it at the centre afterwards, which may be a good thing. And yet there is no proposal for a lockdown, unlike if we were a northern mill town, and despite the high levels of people who travel in and out of the place. Funny, that.**It's a very long time since I have. Not Austen's finest, the bitchiness has not been quite refined down to the stiletto point that will later mark her, but enjoyable as she always is.