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We have spoken of the Stephen Bradbury moment of falling just before the finish line. There are various other cliches that can assist me at this time of trying to get to the end. Avoiding spanners is right up there.
To throw a spanner in the works is to prevent something happening smoothly, as planned. Well there have been shitloads of spanners flying around these past two years. Right now, I’m ducking and weaving like a crook being shot at while fleeing the scene of a crime. Those spanners are everywhere.
I’ve decided that for my final 20 days in Australia, I will be adopting my own Covid Safe procedure. We call it Locked In. I have zero fear of catching Covid or getting sick from it. My greatest fear is being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and all of a sudden I am in isolation, watching as my plane takes off without me while I’ve been banned from the flight because I went to Woolworths at the wrong time.
No way. Operation Locked In is a go. If I don’t go anywhere where QR codes are required, I can’t be declared any kind of contact.
Yes I know I sound like a crazy person. But these are crazy times! And also if I stay inside it is harder for the flying spanners to hit me.
