Here I am, in beautiful Cornwall, gazing out of the window at the stunning, albeit grey and dismal countryside. I am supposed to be here until the 26th March with my and the Blonde Bombshell’s mothers while R is in Corfu organising stuff.
R isn’t coming back to Blighty any time soon, the European boarders are being closed at midday today for 30 days. We are used to spending time apart but not this long. I have no idea when we will be able to see each other without using some form of technology. The Perfect Wife has been sent home from work until after the baby is born and Child One has imposed herself on my brother. Lucky has been working from home because he has a sniffle, his default setting is quarantine so no change there. Thing two was designed for crisis management so he will be absolutely fine.
I have sent my clothes and hair stuff to Corfu, together with all our belongings which will now sit in Bulgaria for the foreseeable future which means that even when the house is ready for R to move into he will only have a bed frame and a sofa. I’m not very good at being bored but there’s a garden to plant and two mothers to keep amused.
The worst thing about this whole scenario is that I forgot to bring my scissors. There are worst places to be than here.