Bailing

Jim and I are bailing on the Europe trip.  All people arriving in Australia have to self isolate for two weeks.  Both the UK and Australian government are threatening to confine people over 70 to their homes. I can see tourism drying up and people refusing to travel thus planes being cancelled.  If we are going to be sick, sequestered, solitary we would rather do that at home.

I spent a very considerable time yesterday morning trying to get onto eBookers either by phone or by chat to see if I could bring our return flight forward.  This was a complete waste of time.  When I eventually did get hold of someone (on their messenger service) they said they couldn't look at exisiting bookings :-S This might have made me a bit grumpy

I gave up.  And bought a new flight with QANTAS.  We're going home on Thursday, arriving Saturday morning. Then we get to stay in our house for 14 days.  There are occasions when this seems like a tempting thought.  I suspect, however, that the reality of not being allowed to leave the house and gardens for two weeks might be a bit testing.

Imagine if Jim is confined to quarters for months!!!!!

But before all this happens, we went to the pub for one last fling.  Off to the Rutland for us. Where we had a magnificent bowl of slow cooked mutton with Yorkshire puddings, roast potatoes, veg and gravy.  Ginger Richard came. So did Nate. But not Duncan who was at a rehearsal for a musical which may or may not happen.

Ginger Richard and Cally

Nate and Taffa

One of the big advantages of being confined to the house is that we won't be able to spend much money.  Might give my credit card a chance to recover from all this profligate spending on (unused) train tickets, (unused) rented apartments, (unused) tickets to a River Cottage Sunday lunch.