Hello, Global Citizens !
It's been a very busy few days for me. Saving the world never ends.
I've not any spare time to update the hivester's on here, about how things are progressing in this never ending battle to eradicate this terrible disease.
A Covid Marshalls work is never done.
And a big shout out to 
( they're now fully masked - and once they wake up, they can look forward to a day of masked freedom) .
How I was interrupted the other day from posting.
....After returning home from a hard day of educating citizens about covid in my local town center , I sat down with my healthy options microwave meal and a few snickers bars, all ready to give my daily report to you, the Hivesters .
Then I heard an urgent knocking sound at my door !
I must say, it did startle me somewhat.
No one ever knocks on my door in the evenings.
I quickly took off my standard mask (the one I use for blogging online ) and donned my 'special occasions' edition - and then opened the door to see the very nice lady from the flat upstairs.
Debbie.
She was in a terrible state - and without a mask !
I immediately donned an extra covering for myself, just in case . 'Doubled muzzled' .
It appeared that she might well be in the advanced stages of the covid death.
She sounded terrible.
Blocked up, sniffling , and rubbing her nose non stop.
I decided not to say anything about it at this point.
Her total lack of personal responsibility and blatant disregard for other people lives could wait until I found the reason as to why she'd knocked on my door.
(I would confront her later about her psychopathic behavior).
The covid marshalls training had kicked in once again!
She told me that she was having a party in her apartment and said that they'd run out of refreshments.
"Do you have any coke, mate?," She said to me, smiling - and sniffling!
"Yes, I have lots," I replied, " I'll bring it up in a minute, okay?"
"You do?," She said, sounding rather surprised.
"That's brilliant. Thank you ever so much... I'll see you upstairs in a minute, then.."
Obviously she was suffering from the advanced stage of covid infection, when delirium can rear it's ugly head - and then she moved forwards to give me a kiss! (which I deftly avoided of course).
Committing suicide is not on my list of 'things to do'.
..."Oh, do you have any straws as well ?, " She said, "We're running low on them as well."
"I do, yes" I replied, "I'll bring a pack up for you."
It was good to note that the party guests were at least taking personal hygiene seriously.
Sharing straws is definitely the final nail in the coffin when it comes to covid.
Debbie returned upstairs to the party, and I went to collect the coke and straws that she'd asked for.
This really was the ideal time for me to tackle a few of the unmasked all at once. At party.
Plus, at the same time, I can explain to Debbie that she really is a very selfish and evil person for having a social gathering while in the throes of late stage certain death.
I still wasn't sure how she knew that I had lots of coke - but seeing as we all share the same waste disposal bins in our small apartment complex, I concluded that she must have seen all my empty bottles in there.
When I sit down in the evening after a hard day of saving all of humanity, I relax with my microwave meal on my lap - and there's nothing I like more than washing it all down with a healthy pint of ice cold coke.
Or two.
Even three...(Sometimes four , but only ever on the weekends).
So, I loaded up with plenty of coke and straws, and went upstairs to knock on the lovely Debbie's door (even though she's evil and selfish, she's also very good looking).
The party was a very distressing experience , and by the time I'd returned home to my little basement flat there was no time left for me to post on Hive.
It was very, very, late - past midnight - and I had to get to sleep quickly to be fresh for the next day of saving the world!
I'll tell you about Debbies party in my post tomorrow.
It was a terrible experience.
Only one person at the party was masked !... and even that was a disappointment.
While I applaud an entire head covering for the extra protection it can afford, leather is not the ideal material to prevent passing on infection.
And I simply have no clue as to where they got the bright idea that a zip across the mouth was of any use.
Shoddy thinking.
Some people can be very naive .
The diagnosis I'd given of her unavoidable covid death was incorrect.
That's why we have experts.
That's why we have science.
That's why we have our benevolent leaders funding pharmaceutical research to the tune of billions , to protect our health.
(I certainly won't be going to anymore of Debbie's little 'get togethers' ever again !)
Tomorrows report:
Debbies party.
How to survive and thrive in a trash can.
My good deed of the day...
Due to a lack of education (home schooled no doubt), poor little Jennifer, shown here, had very poor reading and writing skills.
My brave support staff (pictured here next to Jennifer) contacted me immediately for advice.
The great news is that Jennifer is now safely in the care of our social services, where she'll be properly looked after, properly educated, and receive her regular vaccinations all for free - until she reaches the age of 16.
And then, when she leaves our care, she can tell her parents all about it and where she's been .
It's been a good day...
If you know of any accounts that would benefit from a visit from Colin The Covid Marshall, please leave their details in the comments - I'm on it!
Stay safe !