Being asked to self isolate has brought back some childhood memories. When I was 7 years old I contracted scarlet fever and as my dad was a teacher I was whisked of to hospital. I spent 3 weeks in quarantine. We had no car so my mum would walk/ bus the 4 miles each day. Dad could only visit at weekends. They were not allowed in and would stand outside and talk through the window.
I spent my days reading and doing knitting nancy. On leaving the hospital I had my books and knitting confiscated.
At least this time I’m in the comfort of my own home with plenty to keep me occupied.
Cosmetic surgery - would you, have you?