The Ups and Downs of Trying to Beat COVID-19
Since early October we've been champing at the bit to get back to chez nous. The time seemed to drag until the last few weeks and then it has flown by as our return date, 18 March got closer. The plan was for me to fly out with Sally on Thursday, get the front door lock (with the snapped off key) sorted, and the fly back on Sunday; leaving Sally working on the place until I rejoined her, for a fortnight over Easter, a couple of week later. Then Coronavirus started shutting down services and countries, left, right and centre. Even before the flight was cancelled (happened last night) we had revised our plans. I had spoken to my boss who had very kindly agreed I could work from home, in France, for the two weeks I had intended to return home. So, now our intention was to drive down, cross using Euro-tunnel, and stay for a full month. I would do my day job during the day (for the first couple of weeks) and work on the house at night and at the weekends. This not only saved me