Lots of discussion this evening with my Dad about his upcoming visit (that likely won’t happen) and about quarantining the over-70s. I feel so bad for him - his church service this morning was the last one for the foreseeable future, as the congregation is all 70+. His macular (my Dad is registered blind) activities have been cancelled. The Blind Veterans events he attends, they are all postponed. He really wants to be able to maintain his independence by being able to at least stroll to the shops to buy his own groceries, but right now because our government is only drip-feeding information, we don’t know if that will be possible during the social isolation. I’ve offered to make him a Grandpaw (so called because my cats are his grandcats) room of his own here at home, however he doesn’t want to leave his own home for four months and although he didn’t say as much, I think he still feels safer in Cornwall than in London.
Right now, we’ve agreed to review things late next week. If he is quarantined, we’ll talk twice a day and (I haven’t told him this yet) I’ll keep him supplied with audiobooks.
If someone had told me just three weeks ago that I would be posting on here about a conversation like this, I’d likely have rolled my eyes and backed away fast. I do not like any aspect of this. Not one bit.