I think that we are in an opportune moment for a blog post.

I’m sheltering in place, I’m self-isolating, I’m social-distancing, I’m hunkering down, all in an attempt to avoid colliding with a passing corona virus 19 beastie, otherwise known as “the Chinese virus “ by that loony lout aka the leader of the free world, who presumably is of the opinion that virus particles along with other microscopic nasties have tiny flags emblazoned on their flanks so that we can all easily tell whence they came. 

Another bit of self-denial that I am somewhat reluctantly practicing is staying away from restaurants and bars, especially those that are so crowded that in order to get to the toilet (aka bathroom) you need to squeeze through hordes of scantily clad young ladies who seem to be intent on dislodging virus particles from their backsides and frontsides by brushing them up against your very own person – without so much as a by your leave…

But soft! What if the damned particle has already invaded my sceptered isle and ere now is fast multiplying within bits unknown of my gilded corpus. Am I doomed?

After all, I have reached a grand old age of four score and three and this dastardly beastie has a cowardly streak, it’s known to have a preference for the defenseless old farts amongst us.

Thus perceive, dear friends, the silver lining with which you are now presented: this very issue of the majr blog might be the final one to escape from my metaphorical pen; lucky you!

So, I blow kisses to you and to the flights of angels that will be sent to sing me to those happiest of happy hunting grounds!