For the last few months, we've been living through what can only be described as a once-in-a-century, global pandemic. You've probably heard about it by now. It's called Covid19, and has fundamentally changed how we live, work, meet up and suchlike for the foreseeable future. As a result, Mum and I have been stuck indoors for three months, while thousands of people all over the world have had to self-isolate - not see anyone etc - until the infection either goes away or a cure is found.
It's been a shitty nettle to have to grasp, but grasp it we have. We are fine - although your uncle Neil's had it and mercifully made a full recovery - but it's meant you've not been able to go to nursery or play with other kiddoes, and everyone's had to keep their distance from everyone else, which, as you can imagine, has been basically farcical since it was introduced three months ago. Essentially, though, we're fine. Grandad Nigel - or GranGran as you call him - has an underlying health condition which means he has to be 'sheltered' at home, so you've not, technically speaking, been able to see him.
That said, restrictions are loosening and you've bumped into Nanna and GranGran a couple of times. It's been a toughie, so it has. I've felt rough as a result of stress caused by it, and in turn been pretty useless here and there. You've been a little geezer throughout, though, and haven't really complained about the lack of playdates or social interaction that's been enforced by the Government. You little soldier, you.
Anyway, restrictions have now been lifted a bit, so Mum has gone back to work today, and has been beavering away pretty diligently today. You're off to nursery tomorrow, for the first time in three months, which we're nervous about, but it's required, and the chances of anything bad happening are pretty low for you and us. Your Mum and I both reckon we've had Coronavirus already - never in my life have I had a virus as horrid as the one that struck just after lunchtime on Boxing Day.
All of which means I am in charge of you today. Luckily, I'm feeling pretty well, all things considered, and you've been a sun-dappled little joy all day. Less fortunately, it's hotter than the seventh circle of Hell here today. Honestly, you could smelt copper on the patio. That said, please don't try that when you're older. My plan for this afternoon's fascinating, educational and inspirational session is to.. stick your dirty little body in the bath, as that's always been a sure-fire way to calm you down. Waking you up from your afternoon nap is always a struggle, but it's one that Radox has always alleviated.
I've also decided to set myself a proper creative challenge using my new and still-excellent Chromebook - I'm going to write 1,000 words per day, every day, for a year, and possibly seek to publish the results. You and doubtless thousands of others can head over to 1keveryday.blogspot.com to check out my latest repetitive bletherings if you'd like.
Right - time to run Stig of the Dump a bath. Love you grubface x
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