Tuesday, March 10, 2020
Around mid February, I planned a trip back home to England where I would meet up with my brother who lives in France. I haven’t seen him for some years. At that time, we new that Covid was in China, but I wasn’t thinking much about it causing problems on a wide scale. A bit later, my school told teachers not to take unnecessary trips abroad, but at that time I thought it was a bit of overkill.
My brother and I wanted to get together with friends and family, most of whom are (even) older than us. At first older friends were happy to get together, but then the managers of their sheltered housing warned that it would be very unwise for them to meet someone flying in from Asia. At that point I thought their advice was completely reasonable and I started to think we might need to cancel the whole trip.
One day, I woke up at four in the morning and felt scared that I might bring the virus back to DH who has chronic conditions. I’ve been watching the numbers to see if I might need to cancel, and in the last few days, there has been the rise in cases in Europe. I emailed my brother to say I was having doubts and felt like cancelling. He was more than happy to call the trip off. Today I cancelled my bookings and we’re hoping to meet up early in the autumn instead.
I’ve gone back to feeling more detached from all the news. Now that I’m doing my best not to take unnecessary risks, especially with other people’s health, I feel there’s no special need to worry. I could have done with the refreshment, but now is not a good time. I do want to keep up with exercise and social contacts for both physical and mental wellbeing, and three of us are going for a twelve-kilometer walk along a river the day after tomorrow. It will be fun to relax and have a good time with friends.