First, the Americans left. Three extra rooms just for the two of us. Decision pending on leaving.
Climbing was cancelled after that night at the beach when I saw dolphins and the milky way. I decided to leave.
Flight cancelled. Lockdown announced. The picture on the wall was painful to look at. We made two kilograms of brownies with the last of the flour.
Travel ban. Decision seems out of my hands. Trying to focus on lectures whilst watching two different sets of news.
Travel un-banned. Frantic phone calls – insurance, mum, travel agent, insurance, mum. Second flight booked.
Don’t tell mum that Emma nearly crashed the car on the way to the airport. The bumper went back on anyway.
Masks. Hand gel. The busiest airport in the world was empty. Driving home, trying not to breathe on dad.
Home, but not quite. Kettle in the bedroom, bathroom all to myself. Another two weeks to hugs. Picture by the bed is still painful to look at.