Forgive me for the long post, but a rant is needed 
This news about Christmas going down to one day is pure pants. My husband and I live in Sheffield, my family lives abroad and his parents live in Bath (at least a 3.5 hour drive away). The plan was for them to come up on the 23rd and leave on Boxing Day, but that plan has now been scuppered.
Christmas was really important to us this year because I'm pregnant with our first child and we were going to tell DH's parents at Christmas. So far no one else knows (I'm only 10 weeks) so it was going to be so lovely to have a few days with his parents being so excited.
The other reason that I'm gutted about Christmas is because my mum has been diagnosed with terminal cancer, and probably only has a few months left to live. I haven't seen her since July 2019 (because she lives abroad), and her diagnosis has just made a sh*t year even worse. A couple of nights ago she got rushed into hospital with a suspected stroke on top of everything else. She's only 70. I'm due to fly out to see her in February but doubt I'll be able to as I reckon flights will stopped in/out of the UK. After February I'll be getting towards being heavily pregnant and won't be able to fly, so I'm terrified I won't be able to see her before she dies.
I spent 4 months off sick this year with work related stress due to having a complete nervous breakdown, and just having a few days at Christmas with DH's parents (who are like family to me) was something to look forward to. Now I feel lonely and isolated, and just so angry and fed up. We've been in Tier 3 for months and haven't been able to see any family, and now don't know when we'll see family again.
Sorry for the long whinge. Just needed a rant. Being pregnant means I can't even have a bl**dy therapeutic glass of wine!