That’s right, I have just returned from 6 wks in SE Asia.
And oh what a fabulous time I had relaxing on a beautiful beach on the Andaman sea. It was just what I needed, I was brown as a bean. I confess I was actively ignoring world affairs in favour of a more relaxed holiday, so while I knew a tiny bit about Sars, it was vague.
Then I returned to Singapore and got caught up in it all. Though I did get designated the Lucky Auntie as the schools were closed the day I returned.
Then when I tried to get home which should have been the first, Mr Elbows got a call that if I returned to my home my bedridden mother in law’s home care would be withdrawn for ten days and her upcoming visit to the nursing home ( 3 wks, short stay, a break for the Elbows) would be impossible. ( I’d arranged this before I left, arg). So I was faced with either staying on 10 more days where I was, or coming back but not coming home.
Each day more flights were cancelled, the journey home went from 26 hrs to 35 in a few days! And the situation in Singapore went from bad to worse.
If I came home and stayed with a friend they’d have to observe the quarantine period, 10 days. How to come back to your hometown after 6 wks away and not see your family and friends?
I knew I couldn’t do 10 days.
In the end I split the difference stayed an extra week then flew home. Bit of a nightmare the journey back, not to mention being treated like a leper.
Stayed in a hotel for two nights and tried my best not to feel poxy.
But now, at long last, I am in my own home again, and though I’m not supposed to be seeing lots of people or going to crowded places, I’ve seen one friend and just to be home with Mr Elbows and the pets well, it’s glorious.