Come back, 2019; all is forgiven.

Well, that was a long gap between blog posts. We had a lovely visit from Son, his wife, Middle Granddaughter and Little Grandson - seems ages ago now. Son had shaved off his beard because coronavirus masks don't fit snugly enough over beards. (He's a doctor.) He grew it because their children don't sleep through the night, and by not shaving, he doesn't have to get up so early in the morning. I must say I prefer being able to see his face but I'm his mother, so am probably biased. Anyway, here he is communing with his cute little boy, now nine months. Little Grandson has a lovely head of dark hair and the sweetest little smiley face - though apparently not so smiley in the middle of the night.

And then Daughter 2 became unwell and I went down to London to help with Little Granddaughter and am only just back. Here she is, serenading me on the triangle. She is so lovely.

Sometimes Daughter 2 was well enough to come with us to feed the ducks.

They live opposite Epping Forest. You can see how wet it's been down there.

There's the forest out of their living room window.

I took Littlest Granddaughter to a play centre which is fitted out as shops, a doctor's, a vet's, a fire station etc.

And then things became even direr than they were before, as the virus spread.