With Heavy Hearts ………

Well, we all know what happened on Saturday night, something big went bump at round about 7.30! We got to hear it a little later, as we had Halloween baths and story times to get through first, but  finally when everything was sorted  we sat down, dimming the lights, in an effort to soften the blow.

I can’t say we were all that surprised, Darrell has been having tingles of a late, great Derek Acorah (RIP) type nature for weeks now and has, as such, more or less got at least the next eight weeks sorted menu wise, as well as, dare I say, festively. It was just the speed at which Boris sprung it on us, Friday was a normal day and then pow…… so, with regret, from Thursday onwards, we just need to hunker down again.

Thank goodness, this time we will be in our bubble, so seeing our beloved Iris and Bertie won’t be an issue and the school run, which we’ve only just picked up again, can continue and become part of our rigorous fresh air and exercise regime.

We did have a few days in Bournemouth booked for the start of December, however, our sitting on the  beach during the festive season, warm pasty in hand, a long held want for all of us, is now looking doubtful. This is our third attempt at trying to use vouchers we were given last Christmas, our fingers and toes are robustly crossed, but I am now thinking that it might be 2021 before we finally get to use them.

Nigel is also starting to worry that if lockdown does continue beyond the start of December, where would that leave our annual visit from Santa, the most wonderful morning of the year? Will he be exempt from not being able to enter anyone’s house on Christmas Eve? I have told him not to worry, but you know Nigel, he will fret!