Hello,I know I am a misery and feel awful and selfish for feeling sorry for myself but yet again I am,getting a bit fed up with myself.Yesterday we had our fortnightly visit to our son and family,grandchild age 2 and half and baby six month,we get to sit in their garden with them inside the window,they won't come out and I respect that yet still I moan,don is working from home they have had three walks since march and I don't see an end to it,they are expecting a second lockdown and are not taking any chances but I do want to hug my grandchildren the two and a half year old wanted to come outdoors for a picnic he said be not allowed and it's hard to keep him at the window,I really don't know how much longer I can cope with this,after every visit I spend days in bits and think shall I carry on as long as it takes or just not go because it's so hard.I know I should be grateful for anything but it breaks my heart.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic