No York, No York

Today's Amazon delivery just arrived.  It was a tub of screen wipes (which aren't particularly damp and don't wipe up much) and a stapler which is much smaller than I thought and therefore not what I was after.  

I wonder what I can order next?

In common with most other parts of the country, it's half-term here in Leeds.  But all of our best-laid plans have been scuppered.  Twice.  

The original idea was to spend half-term in Northern Ireland.  I haven't been back since March and we haven't been there as family since New Year.  The flights were booked in August but, a couple of weeks ago, Northern Ireland was hit with new restrictions including a ban on entering other people's homes.

Given that the whole point of going across was to visit people, there was no point in travelling.

So, as a mini-fallback, Vanessa booked for us to spend last Sunday night in York, arriving there at lunchtime.  But, late on Saturday evening, she received an email from Jamie's school to say that someone in his form had tested positive for you know what.  The result was a mandatory period of self-isolation for Master White until Wednesday 4 November.  (This has since been extended by an additional 24 hours).    

Hopefully we'll get to York another time instead. 

To his huge credit, Jamie is putting a brave face on the situation and keeping himself busy. 

But as someone who likes nothing more than to get outside and be active, another week and a bit of this will be a challenge for him.

Still, as has been the case so far with this blasted pandemic, there are so many more people coping with much bigger challenges than us and we will simply suck it up. 

I hope you're getting a bit of respite from all the bad stuff and, like us, looking forward to better times ahead.  

They will come, you have my word for that.