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This month here at the Wild YAMster's bloggy, you are going to be regaled with words related to feelings and happenings of the last twelve months. Oh yes, you know of what I talk.  This is to be the ALPHABET OF AAARRGFIZZZ... We've all had to deal with it. This will be a reflection purely from my point of view. You don't necessarily have to agree with what I say, just appreciate where it's coming from. Normal service will resume on May Day. (By which time I may be yelling that down the ether phone loud and repetitively!)

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Disease - that's a fair enough word to begin this letter off, heh na? A big debate has been whether or not there is any kind of immunity built up if one has been infected by COVID. Having had a pretty nasty dose of it (mentioned in A post), whether or not I had antibodies from it was not something that Dominated my thoughts. Just how to get more over it. However, given that it is unclear what the long-term benefit of all these jabs is actually going to be, knowing what natural immunity comes from infection would be useful. At first, it looked like next to none. But that was based upon very short acquaintance with the lurgy in question. In recent research, it is now looking like one may have strong antibodies for as long as seven months - and projections are now that it could be as long as a year or even more... which is pretty much true of just about every virus. The kicker here is that natural immunity may still be better than the injected kind. (We Will discuss this more in a later post...and before anyone gets all antsy or previous, I am not an anti-v... just research-focused, medically-minded and empirically-inclined.) 

One of the side-effects of Coviditionitis, I have found, is that it has been Determined to make me feel Dumb and Dowdy. (I suspect I am not alone in this.) Really, for one with the educational level I have, it was extremely Disconcerting to find some days I could hardly string a sentence together. Some of this could have been down to the 24/7 care needs of Dad. This incorporated sleep Deprivation as a key component. Some of it might be down to the CFS I thought had reactivated. A good bit of it, though, was surely due to never going outside the front door for anything more than depositing rubbish in bins, picking flowers from the garden or receiving items on Delivery.

Oh yes, those deliveries! Didn't we all realise how essential such a service had become? Did we not all, to some extent, become Dependent on those delivery services? In the same way, we tuned into video calling and all other methods of Discourse beyond our four walls through the wonder of technology. If ever there was a point at which it became abundantly clear that the internet is now an 'essential utility,' no longer a luxury, it was during this time.

Meanwhile, up in the big hoose doon sooth, a certain performer known as A Bunny D Paffle Jiltson, recently announced a gigaplan for ensuring such utility. But wait, wasn't it admitted shortly before that, such a plan was unlikely to be achievable? Oh yes. That's right, the fellow who can say two things at the same time with opposite meanings and lots of shades between...

It is notable that the most recent announcement from doon there is - yet again, remarkably similar to what has already been achieved up here in the Bonny Land. We are 95% covered for speedier connections and further improvements coming. Our voucher scheme has been going for over a year. 

It has not gone unnoticed that doon sooth have constantly backtracked their own reckless attempts at managing the pandemic - and ended up doing what oor wee Nicola already did. Jus' sayin'.

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