A poem about Lockdown, but not at home...
My arm has often felt like a pincushion. A good example of this was during the SARS epidemic in 2002, when both myself and severe acute respiratory syndrome were at work in Hong Kong at the same time.
Eight years ago I acquired a car, by acquired I don’t mean I nicked it, I was given it. The car sounded a bit clunky at the rear end and I immediately thought, shock absorbers.
Have you ever stared at a clock face that is caught in a large mirror? Well if you have, you will understand the dilemna that was created, as I sat there in the barber's chair.
A couple of years back I was informed that as a resident I had to have a Portuguese driving licence. As my wife and I were due an annual flu jab I waited until we saw our doctor in the Autumn, had the jab and I asked her for the necessary health certificate I needed to get a driving licence. She scribbled something in Portuguese on a bit of paper and handed it to me.
From 1996 the Algarve is the place where I have spent the winter. It started with 6 weeks and up until last time it was 4 months. In a one room apartment, not very glamorous but with a first class view, seafront, beautiful !
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