The hospital phoned back last night. Mum has been swabbed for coronavirus and put into a side ward. They’re treating her as though she’s got Covid until her results come through, which will be Tuesday at the earliest. I just phoned the hospital (8 am) and she’s had a settled night.
I’ve been visiting Mum daily so I think I’d better self-isolate now until we get the result, which won’t be until Tuesday at the earliest. Awful because it’s Mother’s Day today and dad’s birthday tomorrow and looks like I can’t safely see either of them 😩.
Just seen that Boris too has told us not to visit our mothers. It’s very hard because Mum has been so reliant on seeing a familiar face, if only for a short time once a day.
Friends who are having virtual parties and enjoying the novelty of isolation, don’t forget your oldies who can’t use social media. Help them if you can by dropping off food, prescriptions and newspapers.
Anyway, being holed up in Netherlea Cottage ain’t so bad and I can walk for miles in the countryside. Plus the weather’s nice and I have plenty of food, gin and Netflix.
Suddenly got very interested in how others survived things like this and downloaded Daniel Defoe’s Journal of the Plague Year and Eyam: Plague Village by David Paul. Might drive over to visit Eyam as it’s nearby. Its inhabitants self-isolated to stop the plague spreading.
2022 and all that 