I would love to be sitting in the garden relaxing but I am stuck indoors waiting for a call back from my solicitor, who is also stuck indoors waiting for news of her seriously ill in hospital father. I have been trying since March to sell DH's ISAs to pay his Care Home Fees, endless calls to Stockbrokers (who are working from home. One call cost me £13.86 because unbeknown to me I was phoning a mobile.) They are still refusing to accept my POA documents because their IT system only recognises the English version and my POA is Scottish and delays with sending documents as must be by registered post and I'm locked down. As DH is in a Care Home (only 1/4 mile from my house) I have not seen or spoken to him since March, except by Skype, which is hopeless and upsetting as he is pretty deaf and now has no idea who I am - certainly not his wife who is apparently much younger and prettier than me. He does not look like himself either as the carers have (for hygiene??) shaved off the beard which he first grew on our honeymoon 54 years ago. I do have daily calls with my DDs and DGC which are some comfort. I exhaust myself every day working in our my huge garden, watering daily by watering can because the outside tap is broken and sawing wood for the fire so that I sleep at nights, trying not to dream about our annual, whole family, holiday, in a rented cottage on the Isle of Barra. the highlight of the year but not this year of course, so nothing to look forward to. My Cousin has just died, funeral in Inverness on Monday, I will be remembering her from here, home alone at 12 noon.
I could go on but please do not insult me and the thousands who are in a worst pickle than I am, by suggesting that a seat in the sun will solve everything.