Decisions...

We were meant to be heading to Skye tomorrow night. Tier 2 into Tier 1. Self-contained, never been slept in accommodation. 2 big boxes packed; one with food, one with drink, to ensure we didn't need to take unnecessary risks.
Now we're Tier 3.
I'm heartbroken.
The house we were going to stay in belonged to a lovely lady who died a couple of years ago.
My friend, her daughter-in-law, has stripped it back and restored it. She rushed with the final touches so we could be the first visitors.
We planned to drink gin in the garden and raise a glass.
I've unpacked the boxes.
I've poured a glass of wine.
I need to decide which Tony will be my friend tonight...
2020 really can't get any worse.
Or maybe it can...