As July swiftly approaches I have realised I have ten months to climb some more ladders. Hopefully I will get high enough up the board that next May's snake won't leave me back at square one. It is possible that the grief snake wouldn't have been quite so devastating had it not been for the previous snake of covid-19, which seemed to give birth to a host of smaller snakes, loss of human contact, anxiety about the world outside my door and having to cut my Australian trip short to name but three.
So now I have to start planning how to go forward. I have to move in order to find the ladders to climb. The world seems very strange. In England* the shops are open and soon you will be able to get your hair cut. You can't go to the gym or the swimming pool, but you can flock to an English* beach and soon go on holiday as long as the destination is in England*. Community centres and any activities they once held are still closed, volunteering that involves actual people face to face seems a long way off and I wonder if we will ever be able to go back.
*It is only England that has eased the lockdown so comprehensively and the English are not welcome in Wales or Scotland, I don't blame them.
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