Me old mum told me last sunday that my elder brother, had just had an operation to remove a blood clot from his leg. She said that they cut him from the top of the back of his thigh to the bottom of his calf. That's some fecking clot. Apparently he's been off work 6 months already. He'll defo be jabbed up to the hilt, he is an ultra NPC.
My words to the old dear were "that's the jab", her "don't be bloody daft it's smoking, the dr said". Left it at that.
FWIW.
Seems the gift that keeps giving is stil nobbling people. The mrs who works in a shop (get's all the local grapevine info) says each week there's more and more folk coming in with walking sticks, youngish and old, and regulars going to funerals, coming in suited and booted.