It’s the last day of school for my kids, the end of the weirdest term that I can ever remember. Normally they would be celebrating with cups of hot chocolate in a café followed by the exchange of secret Santa gifts and time spent lolling around in bedrooms laughing about stuff that’s funny when you’re a teenager.
But not this year.
We are in Tier 3 lockdown which means that unless they’re in school (where different rules apply) they can only be with a small group of others, have to be outside and not in their own garden. No cafés ( or pubs) are open and they can’t even grab a pizza together ( unless they want to eat it in the street.)
Of course, they’re used to it. Here in West Yorkshire we have had restrictions on our movements pretty much since March. But, whilst I can spend Christmas reasonably happily with my immediate family holed up in my kitchen and my office by turns, my heart hurts for my kids. You’re only 18 at Christmas once.