We had a visit from the grandchildren last week ... they sat in our front garden, we were indoors, window open, keeping the distance.Aint that the truth.
I thought it would be difficult, we're a cuddly family, but the eldest (4) explained that we have to keep apart or we get 'poorly'. They took it in their stride ... but yeah ... what's their world gonna be like, and what's the psychological price of all this?
I'm hoping we'll have a vaccine in place in a couple of years, then all this will be a distant memory. But then my folks grew up with worse ...
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I read a bit of historical fiction. In many ways, we're spoilt by science. In Tudor England, right up until fairly recent times, the 'sweating sickness' was a periodic pandemic and those who could afford moved out of the city to their country houses until it died down. Then there were plagues, of course.
My ma and pa tell me of times when TB was 'incurable'. In rural areas, if one member contracted the disease the whole family would be in lockdown, completely cut off from the rest of the community, until it had run its course. Sometimes the whole family. My father-in-law contracted it when in the Navy.