Several weeks of lockdown and my poor, extroverted Df is crawling up the walls with boredom.
I won't be visiting, but am very upset by his obvious distress.
He is physically frail, but still mentally very alert and really missing family visits, going to the park, shops, etc. He has carers in twice a day to do the basics, but is otherwise alone in his flat (in sheltered accommodation.)
His call today has left me in tears of frustration and really questioning the whole quality versus quantity of life in what might well be his last few months.