Arboleas & Region Covid19 Figures as at 12.7.21.

Arboleas No Recorded Cases.

Figures for rest of Region below. Plus Andalucia totals. These figures include the weekend.

From Informacion Covid19 Almeria.

Vaccines Administered in Andalusia:

 Nº People who have received at least one Dose: 4,969,877

 Percentage of population vaccinated with at least one dose: 70.37%

 No. People who have received all doses: 3,978,782

 Percentage of population vaccinated with all doses (complete regimen): 56.33%

 Andalusia population: 8,476,718

Jos Biggs certainly not had a good day recently, read on !!

It was a most auspicious start to the day. I arose from my bed like an arthritic skylark despite not having my customary coffee to lubricate the tubes; I was due a blood test, and blood tests mean No Coffee Until Afterwards.

I was in, done and out from the surgery with hardly enough time to get uncomfortable in those plastic chairs.

I returned home with enough time to have the coffee that I was lacking, and to chat to the inestimable Steve as he ministered to my pool.

Then along came Dave, who wanted to information beyond the scope of my knowledge.

Nevertheless, I was humming a happy tune as I was on my way to the Almanzora Group of Friends for my Wednesday stint in the Library.

I had noticed on my way to the Surgery that Henry’s warning light about low tyre pressure was on, but I reckoned that he would make it into Albox and back without too much melodrama.

But as I left Limaria, steadfastly ignoring his light but promising him I would deal with this afternoon, when he suddenly let out an almighty screech accompanied by a flashing orange display saying STOP.

I Stopped! Henry stopped screeching. I got out and looked him over. All seemed to be in order, and all his tyres were still round, but he had panicked me – if it wasn’t his tyres, then it must be something worse.

I turned him round and gingerly shepherded a now silent Henry back home. Dave owes me a favour, I reasoned, so perhaps he can accompany Henry and me over the mountain to Sebastian’s Hospital for Motor Vehicles. 

We carefully proceeded over the mountain in tandem with Henry now saying not a word, and then returned to Dave’s house for a restorative coffee – there’s always room for one more coffee!

Now all I have to do is wait for Sebastian to phone, beg a lift down to fetch Henry, and pay his bill.

But….

I returned home to find a complete absence of Mr Fluffipants, just a pile of sick on the recliner chair. 

I hate cleaning up vomit! But someone has to do it, and as I was the only available human that someone was me! 

Job done, but I didn’t dare go out, I’m waiting for the phone, so I decided to fill my day with cooking the glut of plums my small tree has produced.

I prepared them, put them in the microwave, selected the appropriate number of minutes, and waited.

Tink went Bear, the microwave. I opened him, to be greeted by a sea of plum juice – it was everywhere! All 4 sides, the ceiling and the floor were liberally covered in plum juice!

I sighed, and set about cleaning up for the second time that day. Next time I cook plums I’m going to do it on the hob, and I’m going to keep a sharp eye on them!

Now I’m waiting for the phone. One of my Today jobs was to go the bank and get some money; I fear that the longer Sebastian takes to phone the bigger his bill will be – I hope I’ll have enough money?!