We packed the boot of our ‘Bentley’ with lamps and books and stylish old clothes. It was time to head back to our European ‘heaven’.
Things were getting pretty tight out there, the city we now called home was going in to semi-lockdown again.
Being back in Britain had been markedd by soaring happiness and abject despair … we’d spent two hours with my 90-year-old mum in a dingy pub. And we’d seen Andrea’s elderly auntie too. On the doorstep.
But covid had stopped us seeing our grandchildren.
But now it could shut the ‘borders’ we needed to cross to get home … already the Czech Republic was claiming one of the worst outbreaks in the world and Hungary and italy were back on the ‘poorly’ list.
And Boris was ready to close UK cities like he was flicking switchesflicking switches.
It was time for us to try to get home.
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Goldstraw Media commented: “Hope you got home OK! Madness here in the UK at the moment. Devolution (thanks, Tony Blair) is making things even more confusing than it needs to be, and bugger all is getting enforced