This evening I went back to choral society (singing has been my life) - only 30 allowed, 2m separation, with mask wearing. In spite of all that I was looking forward to it.
And what happened? We sang songs that I had sung in choirs with my OH when he was well. So I sat and wept into my mask. When will I be ready to enjoy it again? I simply do not know. And the one thing I do not have at my age is time.
Good Morning Saturday 20th April 2024
Estranged Son and Future Granddaughter
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic