More plans cancelled
We were supposed to go to the UK for Christmas so that B could meet his Nana and Grandad, his Great-grandma, his auntie and uncle and cousins. So that he could meet Billy and Rae, and our friends. So that we could go for walks on the moor and sit by the fire and visit the Stanza Stones and cook with family.
We’ve had to cancel it, with the new variant.
When will this end? I’m so tired.
At least B has no idea what’s going on.