Day 1,153 (not) in the Nanny June Care Home.

The One Where We Avoid COVID-19 like the plague.

I am currently trying to keep up with Nanny June’s state of health and well-being while the care home is on lockdown from the pandemic of Coronavirus.

Visitors are forbidden but I am allowed to communicate by telephone. I speak to the home a fair bit anyway so this is no new process BUT **breaking news** the home has bought a tablet (device not pessary) for the modern world of Skype. Nanny June has already had experience of FaceTime when we spoke to my beautiful friend Beth on the other side of the world so we should be fine... apart from the fact that there’s one device for over fifty residents. I’ll be told when my time slot is and hopefully I’m free. The care home are also planning a courtesy call to the family of each resident every week.

Nanny June survived WWll (despite a bomb dropping on her house while she was hiding under the bed with her sisters) so I can only imagine how many tales of comparison I would have been missing out on as we enter these strange times of supermarket shortages and desperate measures.

However, as old age kicked in and Nanny June latterly lived off just two proper meals a week (one from the nearest pub or Morrisons cafe and a homemade roast dinner for one on a Sunday) and substituted all other meals with biscuits / cake / chocolate / sherry / crisps, at least the stockpiling wouldn’t have required much effort...