Reporting from Scotland here where I can confirm we have had a few new cases of Dementorvirus... just as it seemed to be going away.
Took my daughter to the shops again (I have been doing this for about 5 weeks now) and she decided to “clean the glass” - she breathed on one of the self checkouts glass scanned bits.
Man alive, if looks could kill. And what I’m most angry at is myself, feeling the need to bawl her out to appease the glaring queue.
I had to tell her in the car about why i did it and in the same breath explain to her that when she starts school in August she will have to “respect others’ space” and how people are still so scared of catching a “mega cold”.
What boils my piss so hard is that we fucking moved here for schools and with it being a devolved matter this shit shows no sign of easing. I literally cannot tell you how much she’s been looking forward to P1, since January this year FFS. And now it’s all smashed to bits as everything that’s normal is now being touted as an “infection risk” and I am paddling against the tide here not to let this lay the foundations of her mental health and habits being messed up for years to come because of a crock of shit that befell us all in 2020.
I want it to stop. I want to protect her from fear and pain, and I can’t, not even in the context of going to the fucking shops or getting her prepped to start school in 8 weeks.
I’m so angry.