I wake early, get all my washing in to the laundry and start washing everything. My hubby and son ‘cleaned’ the house while I was away and so this day I CLEANED the house. I’m now fully aware of the virus and fearful I might have brought it back with me. I still have two weeks holiday before I go back to work and I’m so pleased about this. Ra and I chose to self isolate only going out when need. I go to the shops and purchase toilet paper, pasta, rice, pasta sauce and butter chicken sauce, enough stuff if we have to go into lock down if Ra and I are ill. I’m not thinking about anyone else at this stage only my family and if we’ve bought the virus back. This is the beginning of my mental crisis.

Of course my family think I’m over reacting. I don’t want to be thought of as paranoid but honestly I didn’t give two hoots what any one else thought. Half my family are high risk and I was doing it my way. No way in hell am I going to lose anyone. And when this is over and they tell me ‘told you so’, that will be fine, because at least they will be alive.