Lockdown always seems to bring on some vivid dreams.
My Mum, who at 85 is living with Alzheimer’s in a care home, came into a dream last night.
“When old people were dying, we always used to cuddle them. Now they don’t do that,” she said.
Someone else was there; I don’t know who it was. I had the feeling it was my Dad, but did not see him clearly. I got up to go and give her a hug, but stopped short, thinking, “What if I am the one who gives her Covid?” And then I woke up with a start. It was ten to four in the morning.