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Blowin' Bubbles

When Boris announced that single people / single parents could form a bubble, my heart kind of broke a little. My parents are shielding, the majority of family and dear friends are not very local; and I just assumed that the few friends I have locally would form bubbles with their own families.

I didn't even ask. I didn't talk about it, I didn't even want to think about it.

I sat at home, feeling very alone, very sad and more and more angry as days went by. I cherished any contact with friends and family I could get, but at the end of the working week all I really want to do is throw open my doors to my friends and family. Sit on the sofa, talk shit, and have a cuddle.

As this week came to a close my son went to stay with his dad and I was home alone. My usual beach walk didn't call to me, and I struggled.

Then a dear friend sent me a message and simply asked if I'd formed a bubble. With who I wondered. Form a bubble with us she replied. I'm not going to lie, I cried. The idea of walking into her home with my son, our dog and a bag for the night has never felt more needed.

We met today, just the two of us and two x doggus, for a short walk by the river.  There was cuddles, and even a little bounce.

These bubbles may seem silly to some people, but they mean so much. Next step, some freedom for the shielding, they need us and we need them, but only when it can be done in a way that is safe for them. 


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  1. I am so happy for you, and a little sad of course, as I was hoping you could form a bubble with us. But when would that be? You need company and friendship now! I really understand how lonely you must be feeling, and it definitely gets to everyone in the end. You have been amazing for Oscar, so get out and enjoy your bubble. If the Gods smile on us and the R stays down it may not be long before you can have another bubble with us. I can't wait. 💕💕💕💕

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