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Neighbourhood Alert from SHAP

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British Red Cross Do Not Offer Coronavirus Tests
Following a number of calls to the office today with regards coverage on social media about criminals masquerading as being from the Red Cross and offering coronavirus tests. The Red Cross do not participate in this activity. Below is the official statement from the Red Cross.

‘The Red Cross are aware of reports on social media of people claiming to be Red Cross volunteers and purporting to offer coronavirus tests, and have reported the matter to the police.

We would like to make it clear that the Red Cross is not conducting coronavirus tests in Northern Ireland or anywhere else in the UK.

If you are contacted by someone claiming to be from the Red Cross, please ask to see identification and, of you have any concerns, contact the police.’

If you are approached or are aware of this activity going on in your area contact Police Scotland Tel 101 or 999 if you feel you are in danger.

Community Land Scotland – South of Scotland Conference – 27 Feb 2020

https://www.facebook.com/events/449240425954264/

https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/in-our-hands-community-ownership-in-the-south-of-scotland-tickets-89138316103

This conference is being run in partnership by Community Land Scotland and the South of Scotland Economic Partnership (SoSEP), with the support of the Scottish Government.

One of the aims of the new South of Scotland Enterprise is to support community ownership and there will be a chance at this conference to discuss the type of support that communities will need.

Robert Burns Poem

A Red, Red Rose

by Robert Burns

O my luve’s like a red, red rose.
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my luve’s like a melodie
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will love thee still, my Dear,
Till a’the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o’life shall run.
And fare thee weel my only Luve!
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile!