Beautiful today today. Sitting outside in the sunshine having a pre-walk cup of tea and listening to music and banter on BBC6 is a great antidote to the news and worrying about Mum and Dad.
Yesterday Dad and I talked through the Mum coming home situation and decided it would be best if she went to her own home, with her own things but try and quarantine her as far as possible and decontaminate her on arrival from the hospital. This is based on our common sense assumption (in the absence of testing) that Dad’s cough is the lingering remains of his cold (probably caught from Mum in the first place) and nothing more sinister.
With no guidance from the GP, the hospital, or NHS 111, we can’t do much more than make our own risk assessment. It was great to get support for this view from family. I’m in a high risk category as I take immunosuppressants for inflammatory arthritis and I’m 64. I’m one of the people who is supposed to be self-isolating for 12 weeks and won’t be much good as back-up for Mum and Dad if I get ill too.
Other family members with my interests at heart have also persuaded me not to go supermarket shopping any more as well. We’ll just have to survive on what we can get in the village and the occasional home delivery.
Dad might have been laid low by his cough, but there’s nothing wrong with the little grey cells. He can still do the Times Crossword and finds it a great distraction.
At least we won’t go short of free range eggs. They’re left outside houses with honesty boxes for payments. Definitely one of the advantages of being in the countryside.
2022 and all that 