
Ode To Boris
Question: What does it take to visit family in the UK in times of pandemic?
Answer: A lot!
So much so that although I discourage the notion of Christmas in July, I started humming a familiar Yuletide tune: I bet you can guess what it is.
Ode to Boris1
On the first day of travel, Boris required of me,
No cough or fever, and a form so he can trace me.
And so on through the first week of the trip so that;
On the seventh day of travel, Boris required of me,
Seven “Track and Trace” calls
Six days’ quarantining
Five Covid tests
Four airport detours
Three itinerary changes,
Two grocery deliveries,
No cough or fever, and a form so he can trace me!
Here’s Chris to sing it for you:
I staggered off the final plane after a journey of more than twenty-four hours, lovely to go and nice to be back.
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1Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson – commonly known as Boris Johnson, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.
2The England men’s soccer team qualified for the finals of the European Cup for the first time in half a century. The game was decided on a penalty shootout and in spite of the valiant efforts of the English goalkeeper, Italy were the eventual winners.




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