These are all so heartrending and we're not even out of it yet.
That final week, Thursday 11th, one of my DC's went on a coach trip to RAF Hendon, I remember being vaguely surprised it had gone ahead, Fri my DH had to go to London to see customers and I was pretty concerned. That night he went to a talk with a friend and the friend later came down with Covid, my DH was supposed to be going cycling to Mallorca on Sat 13th but it was all cancelled on Fri 12th. It all started to feel so ominous. I remember going to the gym for the last time and everyone was there, all defiant and weirdly the atmosphere felt quite charged, almost excitement but not that, nervous tension? Then in December when we went into Tier 4 I went to the gym on Dec 18th for the last time, felt totally different, no defiance, half the class didn't even come, drove off in tears. All tiny things in comparison to awful stories on here but feel I will never forget.