Day 23 Crochet

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I wasn't sure that I was going to be able to write this today as I had a blip with my WiFi reception. I finally did the old trick of switching it off and back on again and Hey Presto!

I spent this morning doing some crochet. I made 6 of these:

Apparently when NHS workers wear masks the elastic causes sores behind their ears. If the gizmo above is positioned behind the workers head and the loops of elastic secured around the buttons comfort is assured. 

My orchids have mealy bug again so I took them all outside and gave them a good spray with anti-bug stuff. Some more of them are developing flower shoots.

Snippet from the News

Britain missed three opportunities to be part of an EU scheme to bulk-buy masks, gowns and gloves and has been absent from key talks about future purchases, the Guardian can reveal amid growing pressure on ministers to protect NHS medics and care workers on the coronavirus frontline.

European doctors and nurses are preparing to receive the first of €1.5bn (£1.3bn) worth of personal protective equipment (PPE) within days or a maximum of two weeks through a joint procurement scheme involving 25 countries and eight companies, according to internal EU documents.

Snippet from Facebook

Snippet from Twitter

Macron owned up to his Government's mistakes unlike ours!

Quote
Nothing is more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory. - Franklin Adams

Random Photo

This picture dates from Easter 1962. The woman in the middle is me, pushing my son Lincoln and on the right husband Jim with daughter Claire. We are on the Aldermaston to London March (52 miles) in aid of CND. This event took place over the four days of Easter. As we were living in Kingston-upon-Thames at the time we were able to go home each evening and sleep in our own beds. However there was still a lot of walking to do but the company was congenial and we had picnics and singing.

This photo was taken by an agency and featured in a local paper. 

TOT ZIENS! Chocolate all gone! Eat fruit!