Trepidation, anger and hope
It
has been quite a surreal time over the last four or five months, a mixture of
trepidation, anger and hope.
Trepidation
because my SIL, sister-in-law, is one of those people caught up in the high
risk category as she had a liver transplant a few years ago.
We
did not see her for four months, even though she lives just 30 miles away in
the east of the county. We may have been sensible over this time but were still
not willing to take the risk.
However,
since restrictions were eased a while back we have met up at our respective
homes a few times – always socially distanced, using our own mugs and plates
and even separate toilets (we are lucky to have more than one). But also with a
sense of trepidation as she is still at greater risk than the rest of us.
The
anger comes from seeing many people who seem to think they are exempt from the
general guidelines about keeping two metres (or is one metre?) apart, wearing a
mask whenever out and about and generally thinking of no-one but themselves.
Whatever has happened to community spirit and respect?
The
hope comes from the fact that this dreadful pandemic will eventually be over
and the risks diminished as people realise we are all in this together and need
to act responsibly.
