Hubby and I were very cautious, wearing masks everywhere. Didn’t travel whenever people started, we decided our first holiday abroad was going to be April this year, (which used to be an annual trip with friends). By this time, my Mum and Dad in their 70s had already been on 2 flights and 3 cruises (all separate trips). Another cruise had to be cancelled as they caught Covid on one of them.
We both thought they were mad, but then in January or February this year we both had flu, despite us having all Covid jabs and a flu jab, we were really ill for over 2 weeks but multiple tests showed negative for Covid. After getting over that we decided that all the isolation etc wasn’t worth it for us as we missing out on our lives. We booked a flight for Hubby’s birthday in March. A week before we flew, we caught Covid. It was so mild compared to the flu we’d had, I wish we’d just got on with things earlier. The way I see it (for us), I feel like I put my life on hold, for no reason. I accept that we were lucky with our cases of Covid, fortunate that the test we did for Covid 5 days after the initial positive test, came back negative 2 days before we flew out for our first trip abroad after 2 years. We’re now on our 3rd holiday in 3 months (2 of which were rescheduled several times and this one was supposed to be for a milestone birthday in October 2020). I’m glad that we’re catching up on what we missed but ironically, it was the flu that made us rethink our caution but yes we’re still wearing masks on the underground and buses and I have a hand sanitiser attached to my handbag which is getting filled regularly.