Whilst on a call yesterday telling me that I need to isolate as have been in close contact with someone (in a meeting on Monday) who has tested positive for COVID, I received a text from DH to say his DF has suffered 2 strokes and bleeding on the brain with potentially end of life care now given in hospital. He is obviously devastated but I am having to be shut away from him in the spare room. Why does life do this to us sometimes?