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Vaccinated

On 19 February, I received my first shot of the Fizer Corona vaccine, https://www.gov.uk/government/publications/regulatory-approval-of-pfizer-biontech-vaccine-for-covid-19/information-for-uk-recipients-on-pfizerbiontech-covid-19-vaccine#side-effects.

I am pleased to report that thus far I have experienced no side effects and I would strongly encourage anyone who remains unsure about being vaccinated, to take the plunge, do I mean jab! When offered the opportunity.

I look forward to sipping pints in a pub garden once more with friends, hopefully in the near future!

My only complaint is that no one offered me a piece of cake or a nice cup of tea following my vaccination. I shall be writing a strongly worded letter of complaint to Matthew Hancock, the Secretary of State for Health about that! I feel sure that, having received my letter, he will immediately order all vaccination centres to stock up with assorted cakes and a good variety of teas to cater for all tastes!

In Time Of Pestilence By Thomas Nashe

Nothing in particular prompted me to reproduce Thomas Nashe’s poem “In Time Of Pestilence” other than it being one of my favourites, together with memories of sitting contentedly, In the school library leafing through anthologies.

 

In Time Of Pestilence By Thomas Nashe

 

Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss;

This world uncertain is;

Fond are life’s lustful joys;

Death proves them all but toys;

None from his darts can fly;

I am sick, I must die.

Lord, have mercy on us!

 

Rich men, trust not in wealth,

Gold cannot buy you health;

Physic himself must fade.

All things to end are made,

The plague full swift goes by;

I am sick, I must die.

Lord, have mercy on us!

 

Beauty is but a flower

Which wrinkles will devour;

Brightness falls from the air;

Queens have died young and fair;

Dust hath closed Helen’s eye.

I am sick, I must die.

Lord, have mercy on us!

 

Strength stoops unto the grave,

Worms feed on Hector brave;

Swords may not fight with fate,

Earth still holds open her gate.

“Come, come!” the bells do cry.

I am sick, I must die.

Lord, have mercy on us!

 

Wit with his wantonness

Tasteth death’s bitterness;

Hell’s executioner

Hath no ears for to hear

What vain art can reply.

I am sick, I must die.

Lord, have mercy on us!

 

Haste, therefore, each degree,

To welcome destiny;

Heaven is our heritage,

Earth but a player’s stage;

Mount we unto the sky.

I am sick, I must die.

Lord, have mercy on us!

Deadly Books

As a book lover I really feel for the lady in this article, http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2521221/Opening-book-kill-English-student-forced-drop-university-potentially-fatal-dust-allergy.html. Imagine not being able to pursue your chosen subject, literature due to being allergic to the dust generated by old tomes. My immediate thought was to the effect “why can’t the lady read books on a Kindle avoiding the need to open dusty books?” On reflection I assume that not all of the books required for this student’s course are available as ebooks. I wish this lady well in her studies (she has moved to another course and is now studying from home).