Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
Only two weeks to my second Pfizer Covid shot. I didn’t think I was going to get the first until after June 15th when vaccination opens to the general public – but then I decided maybe I should contact the Health System (Assurance Maladie) and try to dissuade them from this whole equality, fraternity fixation they have in France. I was going to explain to them we’re not really all equal, right? I mean, what is the world coming to if privileged people can’t go first, like getting into that nice lounge at the airport. In fact, I’d happily provide the health service with a list on how to proceed with vaccination. Spoiler: The trash collection people who were part of the strike this month will never have access to the vaccine, ever, according to my list. What is this, the Titanic? And even in the Titanic didn’t first class get to go first?
Anyway, Mike said that route might not be the best idea, so instead I signed up to Covidliste and after a small bribe – I’m kidding! I haven’t done things like that since I was much younger and in more tropical climes. After a short wait I was called in and I must say, the whole setup at the convention centre in Mazamet was hugely impressive. Well organised, clean, quiet, and best of all fast.
To celebrate this relative return to normality we’ve invited some friends to lunch tomorrow. Not sure how the rest of the year pans out, but if family and friends can manage to get here, we’re now in a position to host them without worrying about Covid.
Tomorrow we will be sitting on the terrace which has been power-washed (as have the steps, front & back). We’ll be having a lemony tagliatelle with salmon.
… and I leave you with this wonderful bit of information an online Australian friend, Dame Hat, sent me this week. Why she thought of me … 🙂