Sunset over London

A dramatic evening, the first official statements regarding virus restrictions slowly sink in.
WonderA left for the north this morning (sad face) and I walked home through rather deserted Bloomsbury to avoid the rush-hour tube.
I already feel isolated and sorry for myself, but very aware that I’m among the luckiest.
My children are in more of a pickle...

Sonny is stuck alone in Berlin, his job terminated, he’s trying to find a flight out as soon as...
Molly is in hospital on the south coast with a serious kidney infection, being dripfed heavy duty anti-b’s
Josie, 20 weeks pregnant, is self isolating in West London.

I’m relieved that the river provides some constancy while our lives are being turned inside out.