No misgivings about going for my second jab

Having returned from the M&S foodhall last Thursday, I breakfasted on three crumpets and, mouth full, I answered the telephone.

On the line was a chap who was, I gathered, trying to sell me some investment scheme or other. From the frequency of such calls, I assume the same thing happens to pretty well everyone.

Mrs B hates these calls. I love them. After a very short time listening the chap’s sales pitch, I asked him what he had for breakfast. He tried to ignore the question and carried on with his pitch. I persisted and found he had three eggs at home and a pizza when he got to the office.

He tried again. ‘Have you any children’ I asked him. He has two - a seven-year-old boy and a three-year-old girl. Yes, they were happy the schools have reopened. I managed to keep the call going for

17 minutes - not quite a record, but not bad.

Needless to say, the chap failed to make a sale.

If you get plagued with such calls, I strongly recommend you don’t get angry but turn them into fun.

‘WereIto take all the listed sideeffects to heart, I would take none of them and possibly ruin many pharmaceutical companies’

Last Saturday, I answered the call to go for my second vaccination. Despite the poor press dumped on the Astra Zeneca jab, I went with no misgivings. As a matter of interest, I checked up on the side effects of the myriad pills (ten in all) that go to make up my pharmaceutical breakfast each day. Were I to take all the listed side-effects to heart, I would take none of them and, in doing so, possibly bring about the ruin of who knows how many pharmaceutical companies.

Another vast hotel destined to open in July, with a café already open on the ground floor. The owner hopes his business will thrive as the hotel opens its 100-odd rooms. From being a town virtually bereft of hotels, Ashford has them blossoming all over the place. Perhaps this is in preparation for the hundreds of returning travellers forced into quarantine.