Speckled Wood Butterfly

Three hours sleep, awake since 2.30am worrying. After a difficult and emotional conversation, my brother and SIL found themselves a nearby Airbnb to rent for the next three nights, to try and make things safer at home for the rest of us (SIL still well and testing negative). Just hope it’s not a case of closing the stable door after the horse has bolted. When they returned on Thursday my brother was already feeling unwell but spent the afternoon and evening with us, and cooked for everyone. Time will tell...

He insists that he will be testing negative by Tuesday, as will everyone (including SIL who is due to fly to Paris for work on Tuesday), and that there is no reason I can’t go to Ely, with him being back home on matron duty. (Coming from Singapore where the pandemic has been handled so well, he insists on following Singaporean isolation guidelines rather than those of the shambolic UK government). Would be nice to think that he’s right, but I’m not getting my hopes up or booking any train tickets...

Thank you so much for your kind words, stars and hearts for yesterday’s roses.