Happy 2021; it can hardly be worse than 2020 – or can it?


This morning it snowed – albeit briefly, but I can tell you it’s effing cold. When I returned from my morning walk with Olly, my body temperature had dropped 3.5°F. Maybe it’s not a great idea to stay out there too long.

I have been very quiet, blog-wise, for long periods of 2020, and was almost at the point of closing it down entirely. But  in the end, I felt I owed it to my friends and acquaintances throughout the world to keep you up to date on what’s been happening back here with the Mobi family in Blighty.

Let’s face it! It has been a very worrying year for all of us. With the Covid Pandemic and a no-deal Brexit hanging over our heads for most of the year, as well as a few personal worries,

The pandemic has left us all fearing for our lives – with nobody knowing who, when and where it will attack next. Yesterday, over 40,000 people were infected in a single day in the UK, and daily averages are spiking in the high 30,000s. Deaths are also rising to several hundred every day and the numbers in hospitals are so high that it won’t be long before the NHS is completely overwhelmed.

We have all read, and/or seen those films of bygone ages when the country was continually ravaged with plagues or black death, and the dreaded cries of “Bring out your dead” echoing across the land. Is it so different now? We like to think so, but for how long? I do hope a dystopian landscape is not just around the corner.

As with all pandemics, the people most at risk are the elderly and the medically compromised. Unfortunately for me, I fall into both of these categories, having been officially been designated as ‘Clinically Highly Vulnerable’ – and I have the letters to prove it!

My situation has been made even more worrying as Lek has been working throughout the year as a key worker at Oakham School, and Song has been attending school, even at times when most kids were in lockdown. Either one of them could drift home one day with the dreaded lurgy on their hands or breath and strike me down.

On the plus side, Rutland has one of the lowest infection rates in the country and we are one of the few counties that so far remain in tier two. So, with just a few days to go, it looks like our luck has held and we have made it through to the end of 2020 without succumbing.

Another reason for optimism is the planned rollout of vaccinations, which will hopefully reach all of us in Oakham by Spring at the latest. Lek is having kittens that her trip to Thailand, scheduled for next August, will be cancelled, but I try to reassure her that with the advent of vaccinations, the second half of 2021 will see some semblance of a return to a normal way of life. False optimism? I hope not.

As for Brexit, well, at long last it is a done deal and we can start to find out what this will mean to us Brits, in our post Brexit, newly EU-free world. Will it be an unmitigated disaster, with the economy taking a huge dive and consumer prices going through the roof as some doom merchants will have us believe? Or will it presage a brave new world for us to conquer, now we have shaken off the shackles of the Euro bureaucrats’ obsessions with the likes of bent bananas and weighing scales with pounds and ounces?

On a more personal note, one of my major worries of 2020 was finally put to bed in early November when we received the wonderful news that Lek and Song have been granted Further Leave to Remain (FLR) for another two and a half years. I spent weeks on the applications and collating an unbelievable number of supporting documents, so I can’t tell you how relieved I was. Next time around we face the final hurdle – “Indefinite Leave to Remain” (ILR)

Yet another bit of good news also came in November when I passed the DVLA eye medical which meant that my driving licence was renewed for another 3 years. So I’m good till November 2023 – if I live that long.

Then, to top it all, we have just found a new home, which is a bungalow in a village close to Oakham, with lower rent, and If all goes well, we’ll probably be moving sometime in late January. At long last, we will have a ground-level loo which will transform my life, as my bowel and bladder problems mean I am in and out of the toilet all day long and half the night. Right now, every time I have to crawl upstairs to go to the loo I become a breathless mess due to my COPD. So, fingers crossed that the move goes through without any hitches.

May I wish all my friends, family, and acquaintances a very Happy New Year, and fingers crossed that 2021 will prove to be much better than the year just gone.

You can see from the few snaps below that Lek, Song and Olly the dog are keeping their spirits up, and here’s hoping they may long continue to be safe and healthy.

What on earth has Lek been doing at work??

It really has been snowing! – But not very much…



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