Beryl is struggling to understand our reluctance to
see them. We explained that Philippa sees potentially ill people every day at
work, and that I am interacting with people from all over the region, and we’re
worried we might pass something on, but her parental/grandparental urges are
overwhelming her common sense. I’m sure she’ll see reason eventually. I know it
must have been hard for them. They have a big family, and they absolutely love
socialising, and they’ve had to miss out on all that for ages now, but I still
think we need to be careful. I spoke to their son, Alan, and he thanked us for
being so considerate and said he’s have a word with them too.
I’m hoping, all being well, and the Great British
public doing as they should, then this Virus of Viruses will continue to abate
and it won’t be long before we can hug the shit out of anyone we choose. Until
that day, however, I intend to be over-cautious to the point of OCD. I do not
want to be faced in the future with the niggling knowledge that I may, by my
actions, have caused the untimely death of someone elderly or vulnerable, especially
not one I know and love dearly.
RC 9-7-20
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