Alongside temperature checks every time I enter the building, my work are introducing rapid flow Covid-19 testing next week for all staff that have to be in the building. Everyone will also get a proximity alarm that will go off if someone is closer than 2 metres away. The kids are at home and we’ve taken on home schooling duties. Lockdown continues, all the shops are closed, alongside the gyms, cinemas, theatres, cafes and restaurants. One at a time at the supermarket and facemasks worn outdoors as well as indoors. Don’t risk meeting family or friends. Everyday there seems to be a new variant of the virus spreading across the globe. Travel bans at the borders are being imposed, about 10 months too late. Each day there seem to be record numbers of deaths reported. The virus has reached the remote island of Barra, where relatives live, sparking panic and alarm among the elderly population, who do not have an intensive care facility nearby. It’s cold out and the pavements and roads are covered in snow and ice again. The car needs it’s annual MOT and service next week. The days are short and the nights dark and long.
So when the planning team at work called and said another editor could take over the project I was supposed to start next week and I could have the days off as annual leave instead, I was only too happy to tell them it was no trouble at all. Bunker down, stay safe, and hold on until all this has passed.
Written for #FOWC, hosted by Fandango Today’s prompt word was: Trouble. Click on the link to read more responses to the prompt.