Lockdown.

I left Wales on a perfect sunny day, on the train down to London to catch a plane to France. The daughter had said come ASAP as Macron had closed the cafes, bars, restaurants and shops. We both knew what would be next, he'd close the borders. I'd managed to get a plane out of London, not knowing it would probably be the last for a while. Border closures happened without warning but I might just sneak in. I had four changes, two involving the Underground which freaked me out but strangely I was calm. A mother trying to get to her daughter and her partner before the border closed is a woman of no fear. I made it to the airport thinking all the while that the plane would be cancelled but it wasn't. When I'm nervous I have to pee so many renditions of Happy Birthday were sung silently during my wait and I wore a surgical mask (purloined by a kindly friend of the daughter's). But good old Ryanair was on time and landed early with my luggage arriving first off. No temperature checks (of course I felt hot and had a nervous cough as I got out of the plane just thinking about being tested) and customs hardly looked at me while stamping my passport. I could breathe!

Met the daughter, (no hugging) involved and later Macron gave his speech,closed the borders and initiated #selfisolation. We had wine, we were all together and there was plenty of toilet paper in the supermarket the daughter said. All good.