Lola has now accepted that she’s been downgraded from angel to humble sheep. I bought her a fabulous white cape with woolly ears and told her it was one of life’s lessons. “If life throws lemons, you make lemonade, and if you’re a sheep, not an angel, you’ve got to be the best nativity sheep there ever was.”
I’ve also cancelled my trip to Dubai for Christmas; it’s too risky to take my dad, 88. He’s a liability: he huffs and puffs if I hand him hand gel and ends up with his mask covering his eyes. It’s hard enough travelling with him and the kids without a pandemic; this might finish me off.
I knew it was time to pull the plug when my dad said to me: “What if they test us again at Dubai airport and we are positive, then we have to spend the whole holiday isolating in our rooms? What a waste of money.” Seriously, that would be a good outcome. I’m more worried about him being stuck on a ventilator in a hospital.
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