Thanks to the mutant strain of the virus which has appeared in the South East, Christmas has been cancelled. Everywhere in the South East which has just gone into Tier 3 is now in Tier 4, which is pretty much the same as the lockdown which the whole country was in from early November to early December, and travel between Tier 4 areas and the rest of the country is banned. Similar restrictions are being introduced across Wales and Scotland. It’s initially only until December 30th in the English areas affected, but it’s hard to see that much will change in 11 days.
So my sister and brother-in-law and nephews, whom I haven’t seen since the end of August, now can’t come to us as planned.
The rest of us, Tiers 1, 2 and 3 can still form a three household bubble, but only on Christmas Day. People in Scotland and Wales may also form “Christmas bubbles”, but, again, only on Christmas Day.
Maybe my brother-in-law’s mum and dad will join us: they’d planned to go to my brother-in-law’s sister’s, but can’t do that now. We can’t ask the rest of the family because that’d be too many households.
I have cried several times today. We were so close … just a few days away.. The turkey’s ordered. We’ve got the trimmings and the crackers and everything. And I’ve got plenty of other friends and relatives in Tier 4 areas who were desperately hoping to see their loved ones over Christmas, and now won’t be able to do so.
I could also cry for all the shops, hairdressers, gyms etc – well, for the people who own and work in them – which will have to close again.
This is nobody’s fault. I don’t know why the virus had to mutate in England, or why it had to choose just now. It just has done.
If anyone’s reading this, and your Christmas has also been ruined, have a big hug and a virtual mince pie from me. Hey, have a great big glass of Christmas sherry – I think we all need one!