Quarantine strikes close to home for us. The foundation where our two girls live told us today that we cannot visit them until 3 April (and I am sure that won't be the end of it). Of course, it's for the protection of the vulnerable people who also live there, and of course B won't really notice (U will wonder why she isn't going either to school or coming to see us, but she can't really express that). I know intellectually that it's for the general good, and many people have worse consequences than we do. But it hurts.

This is the last time all five of us were together, on Christmas Day.