Vaccinated?

I’m now double vaccinated.

I was a bit anxious going for my second jab as the first was a bit traumatic.

The actual injection went very smoothly and reminded me of tailing time on the farm – just a lot quieter as lambs weren’t baa-ing to be reunited with their mums after being ear marked, vaccinated, drenched and tailed.

Perhaps ironically after that analogy, we’d gone to stay the night at the zoo. A Christmas present after our trip to New Zealand was a Covid Cancellation.

While we were having dinner in the Mini Beast Pavilion, my daughter started telling us about the discovery of the small pox vaccine. Her latest school project. My son popped up to demonstrate how it would have felt “back in the day” and landed a beautiful punch directly onto my vaccination spot.

He took one look at my face and decided that inspecting the mini beasts behind the glass was an excellent idea.

When I could speak sensibly, I agreed with him.

One month later and I realised I was still rubbing my shoulder.

However, the second vaccine seemed to sort that out. Now I’m just waiting for the halo (of “full” protection that is).