I am so utterly furious. We did everything to get into level three, and it's not enough. It's like Cinderella's Stepmother asking her to pick all the lentils from the ashes the turning round and laughing at her when she succeeds and saying 'as if I'd let you go to the ball.'
I feel like she hates us and is on a power trip. I really need to rein it in, just upset that she is taking jobs/local pubs/the ability to see friends safely away from us.
Of course, we can all queue on a Sunday outside a brunch place for an hour in the cold, get let in with everyone else who has the same idea.
@RaspberryCoulis I don't know that pizzeria, there's a nice one called Origano?x