Don´t tempt fate

.... but of course I did, just to be daft, and paid for it.

Driving down to the jab-centre for second vaccination this morning and said to G "well, one thing is, it cannot possibly be any worse than last time".

Well, it bloody was.

I had spoken to pal David yesterday and he told me he was called early afternoon Friday for his scheduled 2000 evening appointment. "Can you come now" - "sure thing"and off he went. He reckoned it was being done slightly differently (don´t think they expect a reaction on the 2nd jab, so throw you out), but basically he was done and dusted down at the Las Luganas centre in 15 mins - and even able to make the dinner date he thought he would have to forego.

Agreeably surprised to see a handwritten sign with "Vaccunas arriba", so up the stairs I went, to find about half a dozen people waiting. Luckily the upstairs waiting room is almost double the size of the one below, which also caters for "walk-ins" trying to get a doctor´s appointment, so all seemingly ok. I asked a guy what time his appointment was and he said 11100. Hmm - I am at 1139 and it is 1130 now.

We sit there and the place starts to fill up.

After about another 20 minutes, a nurse appears and says they have no vaccines, bu they are "on the way", .and when they arrive it will be "jab, jab, jab, jab" as she makes stabbing motions

We sit there and the place starts to fill up even more

There is probably room for about 20 if sitting well spaced, but soon we go past that and get the standers and lurkers, so probably up around 30. I sit tight in the centre of my row-of-3 seats next to the open window and below the "mantenga distanicia" notice.

An hour after my supposed apointment, the male nurse comes up the stairs with a box, shouting "tenemos Papa" (he probably mistook the steam coming out of my ears for white Papal smoke)

Now we are definitely over-full and it is impossible to hear your name as the pueblo bunnies are treating it like a social event - with the usual face up to face conversations accompanied by loud ´phone conversations. People who came late go in and leave clutching their arms.

Eventually I get called and go to the door - which he closes in my face. Then a bloke comes out and he calls me in. Wham, bam, thank you maám. 20 seconds I guess.

I ask if they have anything to show you have had the vaccine (as I have my old vaccine passports with me) and he gives my a piece of paper with an "app" address on it.

I leave (after more than an hour and a half of waiting) and call for my (very patient) chauffeuse.

Get home and try the app. Bloody hell, it works - and I now have a printed certificate on paper and a QZ code on my mobile

Basically, technology good, but people not so.