Living with COVID-19

Hey guys,
It's been a long time since I posted on this site. These things happen when you're busy but I've decided to come back to blogging to talk about life as we now know it on the Halfwit Sundays. Halfwits with COVID-19.

(In case you've just come onto this site, the Halfwit Sundays is the derogatory name given to the Southern Moreton Bay Islands of Macleay, Russell, Lamb and Karragarra by envious mainlanders.)

So her we are surrounded by water and with approximately 5000 residents living on the island.

If we get sick, we can call our doctor on the island. Not sure what he would suggest but it certainly wouldn't be telling us to come in for a test. Nothing available. I think 'Stay at home and we'll try to organise something' is more the line.

Better call the paramedic. He's part of Queensland Ambulance Service and knows exactly what to do. Again, you either stay at home if you're not very sick or he will have you transported to the mainland in a water-based ambulance called Kittykat.

So that's us sorted for COVID-19. Stay home, self isolate, wash your hands. However .....

Today was election day for local councils Queensland wide. That's right, a local council election when we've all been told to self isolate. For some strange reason, the government insists that this will be perfectly safe. 'Bring your own pencil' they bleat. 'There will be hand sanitiser.' 'Stay a metre and a half apart.'

Too late for the postal vote, I tried to do a phone vote. No, you might be someone we consider at high risk (over 70) I was told by the telephone operator, but it appears you are healthy. You have to vote or get a fine.

I thought about it. Should I risk it and enjoy the legalise down the track? I planned to take photos of long queues at the voting station and then refuse to go in.

We've just come back from the booths. There were no queues. Guy (hubby) and I went straight in, masks firmly in place. 'Where's the hand sanitiser we were promised?' I asked the lady in the booth. She produced this teeny spray bottle which she sparingly squirted on my hands.

I then handed her my card and she looked up for the first time. "Hi, Jenny,' I said. Surprised, she peered closer. 'Oh, Alene!' she replied. 'Didn't recognise you with the mask.'

Got my two voting slips for Councillor and Mayor and trotted over to the booth. Took out MY OWN PENCIL and crossed the boxes. All done in less than a minute. Over to put them in the ballot boxes - 'Thanks, Russ. Thanks Jan' and off home.

Just another day in the Halfwit Sundays.