not real - Guardian has him very much alive just 6 minutes ago, without pneumonia and in good spirits.
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Boris Johnson moved to intensive care after his condition worsens | World news | The Guardian
The BBC has him in intensive care, but alive. Stable overnight and in good spirits, no mechanical ventilation needed, and in good spirits.
Yes, that was known. Latest comment from the Guardian:
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25 minutes ago:
UK prime minister 'does not have pneumonia'
Boris Johnson does not have pneumonia, Downing Street has said, Andrew Sparrow reports.
Until now ministers and No 10 have refused to give a clear answer to this question. But asked if the PM has been diagnosed with pneumonia, the spokesman at a daily briefing to political journalists said: “That is not the case, no.”
The spokesman said that Johnson was “stable” overnight and “remains in good spirits”. In a statement about his condition in intensive care, the prime minister’s spokesman said:This is a crosspost from our UK-focused live blog.
The prime minister has been stable overnight and remains in good spirits. He is receiving standard oxygen treatment and breathing without any other assistance. He has not required mechanical ventilation or non-invasive respiratory support.
UK coronavirus live news: Boris Johnson 'stable' in hospital and does not have pneumonia, Downing Street says
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Here's something else that's going ' viral '
This witty poem about Covid-19 is by Jan Beaumont from the Starts at 60 Community – and it is going viral! Enjoy and share it with your friends to lighten their weekend!I’m normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can’t go out the gates.
You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now
We need to stay inside
If they haven’t seen us for a while
They’ll think we’ve upped and died.
They’ll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn’t any Facebook
So not everything was told.
We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth
But we grew up in the 60s –
If you only knew the truth!
There was sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank, we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts.
Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone’s mum,
Somebody’s wife, then nana,
Who on earth did we become?
We didn’t mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we’re dead
Is like red rag to a bull!
So here you find me stuck inside
For 4 weeks, maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door!
It didn’t really bother me
I’d while away the hour
I’d bake for all the family
But I’ve got no bloody flour!
Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I’m swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.
At least I’ve got a stash of booze
For when I’m being idle
There’s wine and whiskey, even gin
If I’m feeling suicidal!
So let’s all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this bloody virus
Doesn’t decimate our wealth.
We’ll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates
Just hoping I’m not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates